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 Laos and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Image Ltd. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Fall,
Agitation Free,
Half Japanese,
The Smiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camberwell Now,
Slick Rick,
Moby Grape,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
Tommy Roe,
Skaos,
The Zeros,
Roger Hodgson,
Spoonie Gee,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Copeland,
Boz Scaggs,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
The Happenings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warsaw,
Terry Callier,
Gang Starr,
X-101,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
Jandek,
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
Procol Harum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Royal Trux,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
Blossom Toes,
Minor Threat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Los Fastidios,
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Metal Thangz,
Basic Channel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Easy Going,
Simply Red,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.