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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
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 marimba 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grunge 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Graham Central Station,
Easy Going,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick May,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source,
Arthur Verocai,
Flamin' Groovies,
Royal Trux,
Radio Birdman,
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erasure,
Black Pus,
Pussy Galore,
The Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Nas,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grauzone,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
The Litter,
The Smiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dirtbombs,
Ponytail,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed,
Nico,
Gerry Rafferty,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
Chris Corsano,
Alphaville,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Franke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Clear Light,
Kayak,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
Can,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.