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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris & Cosey to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Marmalade,
Mo-Dettes,
Sparks,
Bill Near,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Parrish,
Aswad,
Radiopuhelimet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Althea and Donna,
Tres Demented,
Interpol,
Subhumans,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sight & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Misunderstood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacques Brel,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
Girls At Our Best!,
Letta Mbulu,
Khruangbin,
Alton Ellis,
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ice-T,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Colin Newman,
Fat Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Carl Craig,
Organ,
Barrington Levy,
The Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Copeland,
Motorama,
The Seeds,
Anakelly,
Young Marble Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
Isaac Hayes,
Neu!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry's Kids,
Goldenarms,
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
Lou Christie,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.