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 Korea South and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Boz Scaggs to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Michelle Simonal,
the Slits,
the Swans,
Procol Harum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shoche,
Prince Buster,
ABC,
Hardrive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pagans,
Marine Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Mantronix,
Kaleidoscope,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agent Orange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Byron Stingily,
The Fugs,
Drexciya,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Das Ding,
The Skatalites,
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
Alice Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantytec,
Wally Richardson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Goldenarms,
Amazonics,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deakin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barbara Tucker,
Inner City,
Von Mondo,
Sight & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.