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 Romania and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare,
10cc,
Mad Mike,
The Fortunes,
Max Romeo,
Bill Wells,
Anakelly,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Swans,
Pole,
Minny Pops,
ABBA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quando Quango,
Saccharine Trust,
Junior Murvin,
DNA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deakin,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Livin' Joy,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
Steve Hackett,
Suburban Knight,
Liliput,
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barry Ungar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pylon,
The Victims,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
Pagans,
Aaron Thompson,
John Foxx,
Cybotron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Fraelich,
These Immortal Souls,
Dennis Brown,
Dead Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unrelated Segments,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.