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 Belize and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Joey Negro to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Japan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sex Pistols,
The Saints,
Roxy Music,
Pulsallama,
Skarface,
The Grass Roots,
The Moody Blues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
PIL,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mojo Men,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
The Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Second Layer,
Bill Wells,
The Evens,
Janne Schatter,
Max Romeo,
Brothers Johnson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
World's Most,
F. McDonald,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Remains,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terry Callier,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Fraelich,
a-ha,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
The Martian,
Funky Four + One,
The Moleskins,
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Y Pants,
Sarah Menescal,
Thee Headcoats,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.