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 Afghanistan and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
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 spring reverb 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 The Star Department to the grime 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Men They Couldn't Hang,
Banda Bassotti,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sound,
Panda Bear,
The Selecter,
Fear,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Hood,
Eli Mardock,
MC5,
Crooked Eye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nils Olav,
Bush Tetras,
Flash Fearless,
Ohio Players,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arab on Radar,
Chris & Cosey,
Mo-Dettes,
The Searchers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boredoms,
T. Rex,
La Düsseldorf,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
Infiniti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blancmange,
Japan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camouflage,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Spoonie Gee,
Drexciya,
Fluxion,
Index,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Clarke,
Deadbeat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Colin Newman,
Cybotron,
The Cowsills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grey Daturas,
Kaleidoscope,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.