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 Gabon and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tim Buckley to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Newcleus,
The Fall,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Copeland,
Marine Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Golliwogs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
In Retrospect,
48th St. Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
Trumans Water,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry's Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
Kerri Chandler,
Thee Headcoats,
Sandy B,
The Last Poets,
Fugazi,
Sister Nancy,
Minnie Riperton,
Colin Newman,
The Smiths,
Skarface,
Pylon,
Ohio Players,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pole,
Dawn Penn,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rosa Yemen,
Buzzcocks,
The Residents,
The Moody Blues,
The Fuzztones,
Alison Limerick,
Quadrant,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
Panda Bear,
Intrusion,
The Vogues,
Faraquet,
Moebius,
Theoretical Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Selecter,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.