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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nirvana to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacob Miller,
Soulsonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Young Marble Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Idris Muhammad,
Deakin,
Connie Case,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vainqueur,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mantronix,
Erykah Badu,
Wasted Youth,
Ice-T,
Soft Machine,
Cybotron,
Bobby Sherman,
Negative Approach,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum,
Inner City,
The Evens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sex Pistols,
Nas,
John Lydon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moody Blues,
Black Flag,
The Beau Brummels,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pierre Henry,
Television Personalities,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Remains,
Agent Orange,
Flash Fearless,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grey Daturas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green,
Unwound,
Wally Richardson,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.