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 China and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Move to the electroclash 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Radiohead,
Monolake,
Gang Starr,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rapeman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter,
Hardrive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Davy DMX,
Peter & Gordon,
Guru Guru,
Das Ding,
The Fortunes,
The Toasters,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monochrome Set,
the Swans,
Section 25,
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
Suicide,
John Lydon,
The Gladiators,
D'Angelo,
Fad Gadget,
Quantec,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Rundgren,
Vladislav Delay,
Siglo XX,
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young,
John Foxx,
Barry Ungar,
Reuben Wilson,
The Martian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cowsills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Intrusion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Junior Murvin,
Kurtis Blow,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pole,
Jeff Mills,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.