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 Belize and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Bauhaus to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Alison Limerick,
The Motions,
Bauhaus,
Connie Case,
The Slackers,
Ronan,
Sex Pistols,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
Crash Course in Science,
Nation of Ulysses,
Interpol,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suicide,
Gang of Four,
FM Einheit,
Das Ding,
Sparks,
The Monochrome Set,
Cluster,
Stetsasonic,
Lower 48,
Reagan Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101,
Lalann,
Hot Snakes,
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
Don Cherry,
Laurel Aitken,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Sällskapet,
Joensuu 1685,
T. Rex,
David Bowie,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Pus,
Roxy Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
LL Cool J,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Curtis Mayfield,
The American Breed,
The Leaves,
The Count Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.