Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Colombia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Siglo XX to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
Dennis Brown,
Royal Trux,
Pantytec,
Sarah Menescal,
The Barracudas,
Infiniti,
Wire,
Cheater Slicks,
Anthony Braxton,
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
K-Klass,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
Brick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
Bobby Womack,
Warsaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mo-Dettes,
Groovy Waters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quantec,
Interpol,
Country Teasers,
X-102,
Popol Vuh,
MDC,
Nik Kershaw,
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
Deadbeat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
Outsiders,
Susan Cadogan,
the Normal,
Main Source,
Scion,
Terry Callier,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultravox,
Newcleus,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.