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 Cameroon and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 the Normal to the rock 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Derrick Morgan,
Leonard Cohen,
Thee Headcoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
Q65,
The United States of America,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pere Ubu,
Fluxion,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Crooked Eye,
Soul II Soul,
Funky Four + One,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Television Personalities,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blossom Toes,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ohio Players,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
Easy Going,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Star Department,
Black Bananas,
Sex Pistols,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub,
Soulsonic Force,
Royal Trux,
One Last Wish,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.