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 South Africa and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Detroit Cobras 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Sherman,
Erykah Badu,
The Fortunes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cramps,
The Grass Roots,
Dual Sessions,
Janne Schatter,
This Heat,
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield,
Half Japanese,
Chris & Cosey,
Sandy B,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tears for Fears,
The Names,
Malaria!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
Easy Going,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mo-Dettes,
Niagra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Shadows of Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Young Marble Giants,
The Selecter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Terry,
Pantytec,
Fluxion,
Laurel Aitken,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brass Construction,
Mr. Review,
Wasted Youth,
the Human League,
Chrome,
Audionom,
Freddie Wadling,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
Kaleidoscope,
Deepchord,
the Bar-Kays,
Rekid,
Whodini,
Camberwell Now,
Ronnie Foster,
Al Stewart,
The Fugs,
Sam Rivers,
Negative Approach,
Ronan,
Thee Headcoats,
Yazoo,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.