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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 the Soft Cell to the rock 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Rekid,
The Move,
Wolf Eyes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siglo XX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unrelated Segments,
The Invisible,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Subhumans,
Can,
The Black Dice,
Kenny Larkin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soulsonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
Camouflage,
Second Layer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Raincoats,
The J.B.'s,
The Index,
Wire,
Freddie Wadling,
John Coltrane,
Quantec,
The Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Dual Sessions,
Erasure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
Pierre Henry,
The New Christs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABBA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Negative Approach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers,
The Modern Lovers,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare,
Groovy Waters,
Deepchord,
Smog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
The Cure,
Gichy Dan,
Bronski Beat,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.