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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sex Pistols to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive 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?
Nik Kershaw,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
This Heat,
The Moody Blues,
Moebius,
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Massinfluence,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aaron Thompson,
Quantec,
Rufus Thomas,
Darondo,
The Sonics,
Josef K,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Eli Mardock,
The Mummies,
Pulsallama,
Q and Not U,
Shuggie Otis,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The J.B.'s,
John Holt,
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bauhaus,
Colin Newman,
Yellowson,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rapeman,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
Glambeats Corp.,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
R.M.O.,
Fluxion,
Marvin Gaye,
Rosa Yemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
Todd Terry,
Pole,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thompson Twins,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.