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 Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The New Christs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Reuben Wilson,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
Zero Boys,
The Trojans,
Carl Craig,
The J.B.'s,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed,
Susan Cadogan,
Yazoo,
Laurel Aitken,
The Walker Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
KRS-One,
Nik Kershaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Anakelly,
The Human League,
The Fall,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Henry Cow,
Colin Newman,
The Dirtbombs,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra,
Siglo XX,
June of 44,
The Pop Group,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The American Breed,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Desert Stars,
Mr. Review,
Aloha Tigers,
Tubeway Army,
Ossler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minny Pops,
Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
cv313,
Kurtis Blow,
Yellowson,
Marmalade,
Deepchord,
Nico,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.