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 Swaziland and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Lightning Bolt,
Trumans Water,
Fatback Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Maleditus Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thompson Twins,
Pussy Galore,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool Moe Dee,
La Düsseldorf,
Eli Mardock,
X-Ray Spex,
EPMD,
Index,
Quando Quango,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Joe Finger,
Dark Day,
Slick Rick,
Nik Kershaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Zapp,
Sarah Menescal,
Faust,
Junior Murvin,
Panda Bear,
James White and The Blacks,
Rosa Yemen,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Moon,
Black Pus,
The Motions,
David Axelrod,
Fugazi,
Minny Pops,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eyeless In Gaza,
F. McDonald,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hashim,
AZ,
Television Personalities,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alphaville,
Fear,
This Heat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eurythmics,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.