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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Mr. Review to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hot Snakes,
The Residents,
Stockholm Monsters,
H. Thieme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ice-T,
The Walker Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Boz Scaggs,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gichy Dan,
Scratch Acid,
AZ,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonic Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Nirvana,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
The Stooges,
Black Sheep,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
Grauzone,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
Main Source,
LL Cool J,
Bronski Beat,
The Gladiators,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Normal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pagans,
Piero Umiliani,
Mission of Burma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
JFA,
Malaria!,
Guru Guru,
Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Dave Gahan,
Jawbox,
The Offenders,
F. McDonald,
The New Christs,
Q and Not U,
Television,
A Certain Ratio,
Erasure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.