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 Singapore and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Sexual Harrassment 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Soulsonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül,
Black Flag,
Nico,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joey Negro,
Throbbing Gristle,
Panda Bear,
The Zeros,
Ultravox,
Ultra Naté,
Technova,
Procol Harum,
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
Suicide,
The Martian,
The Walker Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
Audionom,
Niagra,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tom Boy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anakelly,
Wire,
Brand Nubian,
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gichy Dan,
X-102,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
H. Thieme,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed,
Marine Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerrie Biddell,
E-Dancer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.