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 Macedonia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fortunes,
John Lydon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gories,
Junior Murvin,
Outsiders,
The Beau Brummels,
Nico,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slits,
The Leaves,
Jeff Lynne,
Thee Headcoats,
Fugazi,
Barclay James Harvest,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
David Bowie,
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman,
Negative Approach,
The Fugs,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moleskins,
Groovy Waters,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skaos,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
Funky Four + One,
kango's stein massive,
The Vogues,
Robert Hood,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
Franke,
Icehouse,
Young Marble Giants,
Quando Quango,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.