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 Switzerland and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dark Day to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABBA,
Lalann,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
Grauzone,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
PIL,
kango's stein massive,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
Albert Ayler,
Ohio Players,
MDC,
OOIOO,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare,
Index,
AZ,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
The Selecter,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Franke,
Dark Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
Maurizio,
Ronnie Foster,
Scion,
Sandy B,
Fear,
Bobby Womack,
Flipper,
The Names,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q65,
Sällskapet,
Warsaw,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
Gichy Dan,
Main Source,
Cecil Taylor,
Blossom Toes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Dawn Penn,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
Amon Düül II,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.