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 Israel and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the techno 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Scientists,
June of 44,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monochrome Set,
The Trojans,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
DNA,
Graham Central Station,
Supertramp,
Nick Fraelich,
Skriet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Dennis Brown,
Stiv Bators,
Sonic Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Ice-T,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Searchers,
Franke,
Charles Mingus,
Junior Murvin,
Colin Newman,
The Flesh Eaters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Smooth,
Wings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Byron Stingily,
David McCallum,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Swans,
Rod Modell,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
Marvin Gaye,
Fat Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Monolake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pere Ubu,
Negative Approach,
the Human League,
Lou Christie,
Metal Thangz,
Outsiders,
Masters at Work,
Altered Images,
Buzzcocks,
Bronski Beat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.