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 Samoa and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Darondo 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
Model 500,
Qualms,
Eric Copeland,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
Sällskapet,
LL Cool J,
E-Dancer,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
The United States of America,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
JFA,
Fugazi,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bauhaus,
Boredoms,
Harmonia,
Pole,
Au Pairs,
Kas Product,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oneida,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tres Demented,
The Toasters,
Livin' Joy,
Desert Stars,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hoover,
The Blues Magoos,
Rod Modell,
Suicide,
Smog,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Motions,
The Standells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Selecter,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra,
John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Maurizio,
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.