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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 MC5 to the punk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Toasters,
UT,
Amon Düül II,
Easy Going,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalann,
Quando Quango,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mandrill,
Eden Ahbez,
Roger Hodgson,
Iggy Pop,
Tom Boy,
Oneida,
Cluster,
China Crisis,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Surgeon,
Bizarre Inc.,
a-ha,
Minutemen,
Aural Exciters,
Camberwell Now,
Moby Grape,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cowsills,
Delta 5,
Lightning Bolt,
Donny Hathaway,
Dual Sessions,
Quadrant,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
The Wake,
Jawbox,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Talk Talk,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
Inner City,
The Offenders,
Thee Headcoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yazoo,
Hoover,
Black Pus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
New Age Steppers,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.