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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Babytalk to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
The Fugs,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swans,
Roy Ayers,
The Gap Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Fraelich,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlback,
June of 44,
Bang On A Can,
Babytalk,
Slave,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Excepter,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
Fela Kuti,
Procol Harum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
F. McDonald,
Adolescents,
Jacques Brel,
Wolf Eyes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agitation Free,
The Count Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
Bronski Beat,
Icehouse,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kenny Larkin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
In Retrospect,
DNA,
Bob Dylan,
Mantronix,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.