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 Algeria and from London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fuzztones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
David McCallum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp,
Camouflage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scion,
The Dead C,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DNA,
The Trojans,
Jeff Mills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joensuu 1685,
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Görl,
D'Angelo,
The Moleskins,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Bananas,
Wings,
Fear,
Charles Mingus,
The Black Dice,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moss Icon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Halsall,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
Sam Rivers,
Henry Cow,
The Skatalites,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Babytalk,
Warren Ellis,
Alphaville,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Cale,
Gang Starr,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Barracudas,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Procol Harum,
The Gun Club,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yaz,
Slick Rick,
Section 25,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.