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 South Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 the Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABBA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Essential Logic,
The Zeros,
Marmalade,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kaleidoscope,
Vainqueur,
The Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric B and Rakim,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Modern Lovers,
Wasted Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Bourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cure,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Freddie Wadling,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Graham Central Station,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants,
John Holt,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
Half Japanese,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Basic Channel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
R.M.O.,
Aswad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
Country Teasers,
The Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Can,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.