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 United Kingdom and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
CMW,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerri Chandler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Japan,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monks,
The Buckinghams,
The Gories,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Rekid,
The Names,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Hasil Adkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deakin,
Dennis Brown,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
FM Einheit,
The Mojo Men,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
Babytalk,
Suburban Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
Oneida,
Fela Kuti,
The Fall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Heaven 17,
Mission of Burma,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Basic Channel,
The Associates,
Cymande,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.