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 Thailand and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the crunk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mission of Burma,
Grey Daturas,
June of 44,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blues Magoos,
Faust,
LL Cool J,
Deadbeat,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
Wolf Eyes,
Donny Hathaway,
Eurythmics,
Dark Day,
Yazoo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Litter,
Procol Harum,
Second Layer,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
Fear,
The Offenders,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brick,
Sun Ra,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed,
Barbara Tucker,
R.M.O.,
Gong,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
Hot Snakes,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
KRS-One,
Pole,
The Last Poets,
The Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker,
Au Pairs,
The Index,
The Martian,
Public Enemy,
Ultra Naté,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.