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 Hungary and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the electroclash 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Womack,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
Radiohead,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q65,
Outsiders,
The Stooges,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure,
Pole,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Halsall,
X-101,
Unwound,
The Motions,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Clarke,
CMW,
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
Hashim,
Eurythmics,
Organ,
Pantaleimon,
Nils Olav,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sugar Minott,
Pylon,
Kayak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Names,
Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Unrelated Segments,
Fad Gadget,
Bauhaus,
The Toasters,
Niagra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marvin Gaye,
Mantronix,
The Blues Magoos,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.