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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 the Association to the techno 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warren Ellis,
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton,
Make Up,
Aural Exciters,
Essential Logic,
Blake Baxter,
Agent Orange,
Franke,
Tim Buckley,
Wings,
Susan Cadogan,
Morten Harket,
Black Flag,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Ultravox,
Skriet,
Barry Ungar,
Pantytec,
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
Wire,
Von Mondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Busters,
Severed Heads,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
LL Cool J,
Zapp,
Delta 5,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Lynne,
The American Breed,
Matthew Halsall,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T,
La Düsseldorf,
Quando Quango,
the Normal,
Joey Negro,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
Pagans,
Bronski Beat,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Kurtis Blow,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Intrusion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.