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 Mali and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rotary Connection to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Nico,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
JFA,
Roxette,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
Desert Stars,
The Toasters,
Black Bananas,
Q65,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Martian,
The Golliwogs,
Kas Product,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Foxx,
Country Teasers,
Roxy Music,
Technova,
Altered Images,
Terry Callier,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Banda Bassotti,
Alphaville,
Skarface,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bronski Beat,
Circle Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Parry Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
Letta Mbulu,
The Tremeloes,
The Black Dice,
The Raincoats,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.