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 Liberia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Panda Bear,
Y Pants,
Banda Bassotti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Saints,
Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The J.B.'s,
Ponytail,
Newcleus,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pop Group,
LL Cool J,
A Certain Ratio,
Tim Buckley,
Ten City,
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Sam Rivers,
Public Enemy,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
John Foxx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
Japan,
CMW,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare,
Excepter,
Charles Mingus,
Icehouse,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Leaves,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott Heron,
Al Stewart,
The Wake,
Hot Snakes,
Cameo,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
Blancmange,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.