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 Togo and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Technova to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Lungfish,
The Saints,
Whodini,
Albert Ayler,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker,
The Moleskins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nik Kershaw,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers,
Dead Boys,
the Sonics,
Ultravox,
Soft Machine,
The Cowsills,
Y Pants,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
Bluetip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sixth Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Angry Samoans,
The Mummies,
These Immortal Souls,
Audionom,
The J.B.'s,
Make Up,
Ultra Naté,
the Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiohead,
Jandek,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
Max Romeo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hashim,
Amon Düül,
Spoonie Gee,
Terry Callier,
Jacques Brel,
EPMD,
H. Thieme,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.