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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 Louis and Bebe Barron 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Michelle Simonal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Infiniti,
The Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Funky Four + One,
Ornette Coleman,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Pussy Galore,
The Cramps,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Mars,
Danielle Patucci,
Letta Mbulu,
Eddi Front,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
Alton Ellis,
Au Pairs,
The United States of America,
John Lydon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Depeche Mode,
T.S.O.L.,
Barbara Tucker,
Cybotron,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
Kayak,
Gang Starr,
Groovy Waters,
The Fall,
Panda Bear,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
MC5,
Gregory Isaacs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
OOIOO,
The American Breed,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
Essential Logic,
Cymande,
John Cale,
Pagans,
Q and Not U,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.