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 the UAE and from Beijing.
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 Winnipeg and Cairo.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hashim to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Vogues,
Das Ding,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Bowie,
Technova,
The Moody Blues,
Wasted Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Josef K,
Lucky Dragons,
Neu!,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
Infiniti,
Minutemen,
Pagans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Underground Resistance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kas Product,
Electric Light Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mad Mike,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Holt,
Q and Not U,
Ohio Players,
Joensuu 1685,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flash Fearless,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Finger,
Ronan,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.