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 United Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grime 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Neil Young,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
R.M.O.,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Skatalites,
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
Skaos,
Spoonie Gee,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
Panda Bear,
Second Layer,
Pantytec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Scrapy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Wells,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
Crooked Eye,
Amazonics,
Patti Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aural Exciters,
Nils Olav,
Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Peter and Kerry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heaven 17,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Shuggie Otis,
Clear Light,
Faraquet,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brand Nubian,
Leonard Cohen,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.