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 South Africa and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the punk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Zero Boys,
Essential Logic,
Josef K,
the Germs,
Mad Mike,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rod Modell,
The Angels of Light,
Black Bananas,
The Techniques,
Erasure,
10cc,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Barracudas,
Eurythmics,
Ludus,
Shuggie Otis,
Scan 7,
Cymande,
Buzzcocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dirtbombs,
Erykah Badu,
The Associates,
Easy Going,
Circle Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Near,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
The Doors,
Grey Daturas,
The Smiths,
Harmonia,
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hot Snakes,
Brass Construction,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Arab on Radar,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slackers,
The Evens,
The Residents,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Little Man,
Lou Reed,
The Litter,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.