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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Joyce Sims to the punk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '80s 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 Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Style,
Main Source,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
Dave Gahan,
Mad Mike,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wasted Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Sheep,
Bronski Beat,
Deadbeat,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
JFA,
Motorama,
Sparks,
Parry Music,
T. Rex,
Dennis Brown,
Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anthony Braxton,
China Crisis,
David McCallum,
Alice Coltrane,
The Index,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Copeland,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cal Tjader,
U.S. Maple,
Slick Rick,
The Remains,
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Joyce Sims,
Skriet,
The Moleskins,
Black Pus,
The Young Rascals,
The Cure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Wake,
Thompson Twins,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.