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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marmalade to the techno 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Eve St. Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics,
FM Einheit,
Charles Mingus,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
Danielle Patucci,
Cal Tjader,
Althea and Donna,
Mars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Yellowson,
Sandy B,
The Beau Brummels,
Smog,
the Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Standells,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minutemen,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Near,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Schoolly D,
Technova,
Dave Gahan,
Piero Umiliani,
Colin Newman,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Modern Lovers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Clarke,
Adolescents,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.