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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Dave Gahan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
H. Thieme,
The New Christs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minutemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Seeds,
Nico,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Godley & Creme,
Erasure,
Robert Wyatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
Alison Limerick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maurizio,
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Pulsallama,
Make Up,
James White and The Blacks,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk,
Organ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marine Girls,
Joey Negro,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Starr,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
Scion,
The Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pere Ubu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.