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 Finland and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
New York Dolls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Green,
Franke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson,
Kurtis Blow,
Scion,
Avey Tare,
DJ Style,
Sarah Menescal,
PIL,
Ludus,
Fat Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Deepchord,
The Searchers,
Eddi Front,
Symarip,
The Moody Blues,
Byron Stingily,
Connie Case,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alphaville,
Excepter,
Qualms,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deakin,
Black Flag,
Pharoah Sanders,
Outsiders,
Ronan,
Maleditus Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Fraelich,
Saccharine Trust,
Barbara Tucker,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
The Motions,
X-101,
Simply Red,
Quantec,
Nirvana,
Fear,
The Selecter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vladislav Delay,
Pere Ubu,
Duran Duran,
Roger Hodgson,
Flipper,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.