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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the dance 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Malaria!,
Radio Birdman,
R.M.O.,
Thompson Twins,
Radiohead,
Masters at Work,
The United States of America,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flipper,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angry Samoans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brass Construction,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drexciya,
Danielle Patucci,
The Raincoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dirtbombs,
Isaac Hayes,
Shuggie Otis,
Kayak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonic Youth,
Make Up,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oneida,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cybotron,
Blancmange,
MC5,
Quadrant,
Rosa Yemen,
Basic Channel,
Maleditus Sound,
The Real Kids,
B.T. Express,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wolf Eyes,
Funkadelic,
Bill Near,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
Newcleus,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.