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 Germany and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Palmer 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the funk 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Last Poets,
Qualms,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Holt,
Matthew Halsall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Second Layer,
Rod Modell,
Vainqueur,
Letta Mbulu,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gun Club,
Roxette,
Siglo XX,
Sparks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Fraelich,
48th St. Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
Parry Music,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doors,
Nas,
Buzzcocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eli Mardock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lower 48,
Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agent Orange,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Index,
Public Enemy,
Thompson Twins,
E-Dancer,
Tubeway Army,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deepchord,
Kaleidoscope,
Aural Exciters,
Arab on Radar,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.