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 Guatemala and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes 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?
Talk Talk,
Rufus Thomas,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon,
Kayak,
Brand Nubian,
The Buckinghams,
Grey Daturas,
The Offenders,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
Chris Corsano,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lyres,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MDC,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Terry,
The Remains,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
The Evens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
Fat Boys,
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Audionom,
The Music Machine,
Qualms,
EPMD,
The Gories,
The Smoke,
Ten City,
Dark Day,
The Litter,
ABBA,
OOIOO,
Camouflage,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funkadelic,
Pagans,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gladiators,
The Real Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neu!,
Blake Baxter,
Faraquet,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.