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 Senegal and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Laurel Aitken to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus,
Gang Starr,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mr. Review,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Raincoats,
Moebius,
The Durutti Column,
Moss Icon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
Aural Exciters,
The Sonics,
The Trojans,
The Velvet Underground,
Alphaville,
Robert Hood,
Theoretical Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
John Foxx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mandrill,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABC,
Idris Muhammad,
Graham Central Station,
The Music Machine,
Von Mondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ken Boothe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
a-ha,
the Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül II,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
Bronski Beat,
The Cure,
Magma,
The Gories,
Roxette,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
Fugazi,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The J.B.'s,
Crispy Ambulance,
World's Most,
Swans,
The Pop Group,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.