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 San Marino and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Surgeon to the electroclash 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
John Foxx,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
The Selecter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Clear Light,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Country Teasers,
Lou Christie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang On A Can,
Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
Suburban Knight,
Terry Callier,
Bauhaus,
Suicide,
Amazonics,
Gong,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalann,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work,
OOIOO,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moebius,
Underground Resistance,
Das Ding,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joyce Sims,
Donny Hathaway,
Tom Boy,
Angry Samoans,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dead Boys,
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The New Christs,
Rosa Yemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
LL Cool J,
AZ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
Quadrant,
The Music Machine,
Sandy B,
Urselle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brand Nubian,
Simply Red,
Swans,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.