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 Norway and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Godley & Creme,
Livin' Joy,
Pierre Henry,
Davy DMX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Happenings,
Tres Demented,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
The Selecter,
The Toasters,
Rod Modell,
The Doors,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aaron Thompson,
Rotary Connection,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Style,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mandrill,
The Martian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deakin,
AZ,
Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skarface,
June of 44,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gun Club,
Ultravox,
Organ,
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Negative Approach,
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
Surgeon,
F. McDonald,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television Personalities,
John Foxx,
Rapeman,
Sixth Finger,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.