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 Burkina and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nils Olav to the rap 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Dave Gahan,
Symarip,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minny Pops,
Minor Threat,
Technova,
Buzzcocks,
John Lydon,
Qualms,
OOIOO,
Spoonie Gee,
Yaz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Delta 5,
Accadde A,
Aaron Thompson,
Desert Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control,
the Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
LL Cool J,
Fluxion,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vladislav Delay,
Glenn Branca,
Whodini,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Interpol,
Sun City Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Wolf Eyes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
PIL,
Masters at Work,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arab on Radar,
Kerri Chandler,
Maurizio,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moss Icon,
Cymande,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wasted Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
Iggy Pop,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.