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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Litter 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quando Quango,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
Thee Headcoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ohio Players,
Swell Maps,
the Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
Ten City,
DNA,
L. Decosne,
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
Ronan,
Fela Kuti,
The Misunderstood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sound Behaviour,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Copeland,
Magma,
Eve St. Jones,
Hoover,
This Heat,
Unwound,
Nico,
Fear,
Arab on Radar,
The Last Poets,
Minny Pops,
B.T. Express,
R.M.O.,
E-Dancer,
In Retrospect,
MDC,
Ornette Coleman,
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
Interpol,
Subhumans,
The Skatalites,
New Order,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantaleimon,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.