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 Benin and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Smiths to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Lightning Bolt,
ABC,
the Association,
Pulsallama,
The Cowsills,
Nas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agent Orange,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
Accadde A,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
Amazonics,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Porter Ricks,
Barry Ungar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Martian,
Simply Red,
Goldenarms,
The Busters,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Basic Channel,
Bauhaus,
The Fire Engines,
The Move,
The Kinks,
Pharoah Sanders,
EPMD,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Mills,
Das Ding,
The Blues Magoos,
Henry Cow,
The Names,
Icehouse,
Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.