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 United States and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Todd Terry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Pere Ubu,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
Junior Murvin,
Altered Images,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
Rites of Spring,
The Golliwogs,
Lower 48,
The Wake,
T. Rex,
Neil Young,
Jacob Miller,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liliput,
a-ha,
Sandy B,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aswad,
Derrick May,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
Camberwell Now,
Masters at Work,
The Evens,
Connie Case,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Near,
48th St. Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Shuggie Otis,
Nico,
Clear Light,
John Cale,
Technova,
Cymande,
Aaron Thompson,
Gong,
Brand Nubian,
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
B.T. Express,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
LL Cool J,
DNA,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Adolescents,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.