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 Morocco and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Sun Ra to the techno 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Zeros,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
Darondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Bowie,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker,
Todd Terry,
T.S.O.L.,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slackers,
Wire,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cowsills,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Enemy,
Porter Ricks,
Soul II Soul,
X-Ray Spex,
Rapeman,
Flipper,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Albert Ayler,
Trumans Water,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Connie Case,
Surgeon,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Juan Atkins,
Excepter,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon,
Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cybotron,
Soft Machine,
Camouflage,
Warren Ellis,
Anakelly,
The Gladiators,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.