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 Slovakia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 James White and The Blacks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Mantronix,
The Pop Group,
Todd Rundgren,
Scratch Acid,
Newcleus,
Pagans,
Lyres,
Crooked Eye,
PIL,
John Foxx,
Organ,
Clear Light,
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
Faust,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Althea and Donna,
Boz Scaggs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Neon Judgement,
Janne Schatter,
Dual Sessions,
Roxette,
JFA,
Monolake,
Thompson Twins,
Judy Mowatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television,
The Move,
Sound Behaviour,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Axelrod,
The Trojans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sister Nancy,
Rufus Thomas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Birthday Party,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
One Last Wish,
Country Teasers,
Yellowson,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Motorama,
Spandau Ballet,
Pierre Henry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Finger,
Fear,
Bobby Womack,
Black Sheep,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terry Callier,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.