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 South Africa and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Names,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
Livin' Joy,
Crime,
Sound Behaviour,
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Sugar Minott,
Barry Ungar,
Infiniti,
Vladislav Delay,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eve St. Jones,
Moebius,
World's Most,
Dark Day,
Bill Near,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wasted Youth,
Guru Guru,
The Modern Lovers,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
Wings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
Amon Düül,
Kurtis Blow,
Arcadia,
Aswad,
Judy Mowatt,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Charles Mingus,
The Flesh Eaters,
JFA,
Derrick May,
Sam Rivers,
Tommy Roe,
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
Lungfish,
Ice-T,
Oneida,
Stockholm Monsters,
Popol Vuh,
H. Thieme,
Television Personalities,
Roxy Music,
Roxette,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.