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 Cyprus and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Public Image Ltd. to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faraquet,
Pagans,
Sam Rivers,
John Holt,
Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mantronix,
Moby Grape,
Lou Christie,
Vladislav Delay,
D'Angelo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
Outsiders,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Techniques,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blancmange,
Section 25,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mojo Men,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Happenings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harmonia,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
Aswad,
Make Up,
MC5,
The Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Yaz,
Chris & Cosey,
Ornette Coleman,
the Bar-Kays,
X-101,
These Immortal Souls,
Tommy Roe,
Cal Tjader,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico,
Lyres,
The Busters,
Bronski Beat,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.