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 Egypt and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Godley & Creme 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
F. McDonald,
The Gories,
Anakelly,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
Das Ding,
The Vogues,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Starr,
Robert Görl,
Organ,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker,
The Cramps,
Eurythmics,
Japan,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
E-Dancer,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
Pere Ubu,
The Durutti Column,
These Immortal Souls,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Ohio Players,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Almond,
Steve Hackett,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Altered Images,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
A Certain Ratio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Iggy Pop,
K-Klass,
Grauzone,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Green,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.