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 Egypt and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Fat Boys to the dance 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Toni Rubio,
The Monks,
The Standells,
Darondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Boz Scaggs,
Monolake,
The Moleskins,
Y Pants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Outsiders,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
Sex Pistols,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
Accadde A,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Subhumans,
The Blues Magoos,
Brick,
Scrapy,
Nils Olav,
The Walker Brothers,
The New Christs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Rosa Yemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sällskapet,
Davy DMX,
Cymande,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
A Certain Ratio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q and Not U,
Brass Construction,
Don Cherry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Sheep,
FM Einheit,
Bauhaus,
Talk Talk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stiv Bators,
Vainqueur,
Lalann,
the Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
UT,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.