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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the jazz 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Jerry's Kids,
Agitation Free,
The Motions,
Cal Tjader,
Prince Buster,
Intrusion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deepchord,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Howard Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
Slave,
Pussy Galore,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Womack,
Kayak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fortunes,
The Doors,
Technova,
Vladislav Delay,
the Normal,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Scrapy,
Trumans Water,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faraquet,
Piero Umiliani,
MC5,
H. Thieme,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra,
Moebius,
The Leaves,
Mission of Burma,
X-101,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David McCallum,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.