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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-Ray Spex to the grime 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
DJ Style,
Agitation Free,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
The Invisible,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gichy Dan,
The Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Harpers Bizarre,
Franke,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
Unwound,
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
The Black Dice,
10cc,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moleskins,
the Sonics,
The Gories,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zero Boys,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
Neil Young,
Nik Kershaw,
The Skatalites,
June Days,
Goldenarms,
Arab on Radar,
Little Man,
The Raincoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
Scion,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mo-Dettes,
Vainqueur,
Dual Sessions,
David McCallum,
Max Romeo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doors,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Isaac Hayes,
Eve St. Jones,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.