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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
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 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 Sällskapet to the dance 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
Agitation Free,
Gang Gang Dance,
Silicon Teens,
Smog,
The United States of America,
Q65,
Amon Düül II,
The Seeds,
Organ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
Second Layer,
Brass Construction,
DNA,
Skriet,
The Dirtbombs,
Slick Rick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Byron Stingily,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Zeros,
The Neon Judgement,
Aural Exciters,
Outsiders,
Kaleidoscope,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Womack,
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deepchord,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Busters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spoonie Gee,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
Supertramp,
The Fortunes,
Dawn Penn,
Soul II Soul,
kango's stein massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia,
Maleditus Sound,
Colin Newman,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.