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 Panama and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arcadia to the rap 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Arcadia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
the Germs,
The Monks,
The Techniques,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
Television Personalities,
Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
Black Pus,
The Neon Judgement,
The Kinks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light,
Tommy Roe,
New York Dolls,
The Walker Brothers,
Shoche,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visage,
ABC,
Scientists,
The Move,
Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crime,
The Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erykah Badu,
Henry Cow,
Wire,
48th St. Collective,
Schoolly D,
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Talk Talk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Certain Ratio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
John Lydon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.