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 Comoros and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Style,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
Bill Wells,
Soft Machine,
Sandy B,
Public Enemy,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monks,
John Holt,
Hardrive,
Popol Vuh,
Toni Rubio,
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crash Course in Science,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues,
Donald Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agitation Free,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
Skarface,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
Pussy Galore,
Roxette,
John Lydon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Joy Division,
Japan,
Idris Muhammad,
Parry Music,
Outsiders,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
Sällskapet,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Colin Newman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
Qualms,
OOIOO,
Hoover,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.