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 Paris.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Swans,
Index,
KRS-One,
Clear Light,
Model 500,
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mummies,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Hood,
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Selecter,
Davy DMX,
Babytalk,
Mars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arcadia,
Monolake,
Morten Harket,
Marc Almond,
Ituana,
Stereo Dub,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Swell Maps,
Suburban Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti,
This Heat,
Porter Ricks,
Mad Mike,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells,
The Remains,
the Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
Moby Grape,
cv313,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.