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 Kosovo and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Public Image Ltd. to the disco 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Techniques,
Agitation Free,
Y Pants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
The Trojans,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
Radiohead,
Ohio Players,
Piero Umiliani,
Surgeon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television,
Byron Stingily,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
Khruangbin,
Hot Snakes,
The Human League,
Slave,
The Skatalites,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Crime,
David Bowie,
Colin Newman,
PIL,
Cybotron,
DNA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column,
Skriet,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Second Layer,
Tom Boy,
Pagans,
The Slits,
the Swans,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
CMW,
the Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Pus,
Oblivians,
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.