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 Vietnam and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Max Romeo to the grime 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Radiohead,
The Leaves,
The Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
New Order,
Groovy Waters,
Junior Murvin,
Agent Orange,
Clear Light,
Flipper,
Blancmange,
Heaven 17,
Kerri Chandler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
Camberwell Now,
Lyres,
Chris Corsano,
The Dead C,
Jawbox,
The Young Rascals,
The Sonics,
The United States of America,
Boz Scaggs,
Thee Headcoats,
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
Public Enemy,
Max Romeo,
The Trojans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Lydon,
Echospace,
Nas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fela Kuti,
Susan Cadogan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker,
Rotary Connection,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Archie Shepp,
JFA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Popol Vuh,
Wolf Eyes,
Ponytail,
Bluetip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eve St. Jones,
Visage,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Duran Duran,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.