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 Malta and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Guru Guru to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aswad,
Warren Ellis,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Los Fastidios,
Sex Pistols,
New Order,
Pylon,
Robert Hood,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
The New Christs,
Sarah Menescal,
Sparks,
X-102,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Flag,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echospace,
OOIOO,
Scan 7,
Massinfluence,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fluxion,
The Names,
Mo-Dettes,
Moebius,
Suicide,
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
The Star Department,
Thee Headcoats,
Youth Brigade,
Sugar Minott,
Parry Music,
Hardrive,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Essential Logic,
Ituana,
Jawbox,
Wings,
the Germs,
The Cramps,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.