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 San Marino and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 One Last Wish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Patti Smith,
Black Flag,
the Germs,
The Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Con Funk Shun,
Sex Pistols,
Mary Jane Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Görl,
Lalann,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Hoover,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris & Cosey,
China Crisis,
The Offenders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantytec,
Guru Guru,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
cv313,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stiv Bators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zero Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Charles Mingus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Intrusion,
New Order,
The Pop Group,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Real Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
The Skatalites,
The Saints,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shuggie Otis,
Neu!,
Delta 5,
Niagra,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.