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 Honduras and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Wire to the punk 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
cv313,
Dennis Brown,
Jacques Brel,
Siglo XX,
Crime,
Icehouse,
The Young Rascals,
Peter & Gordon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Schoolly D,
Mission of Burma,
Visage,
Mark Hollis,
Oblivians,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rotary Connection,
Can,
Quantec,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Au Pairs,
Joe Finger,
The Victims,
Rapeman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
Josef K,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang of Four,
Underground Resistance,
Barry Ungar,
Neu!,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Techniques,
the Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Buzzcocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Public Enemy,
The Beau Brummels,
Delon & Dalcan,
Albert Ayler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Q65,
The Dirtbombs,
Michelle Simonal,
Inner City,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.