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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gap Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joy Division,
The Fall,
Chris & Cosey,
Iggy Pop,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxette,
Lucky Dragons,
The Vogues,
Ossler,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-101,
Brick,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Victims,
FM Einheit,
Thee Headcoats,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
Kerri Chandler,
Aswad,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
John Coltrane,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
Scientists,
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
Joe Finger,
The Pop Group,
Mantronix,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Five Americans,
Supertramp,
Fela Kuti,
Crime,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tres Demented,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Enemy,
X-Ray Spex,
Reagan Youth,
Ultravox,
Eli Mardock,
Cameo,
Malaria!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantytec,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.