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 Marshall Islands and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Gap Band,
Pole,
In Retrospect,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronnie Foster,
The Star Department,
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Foxx,
The Fugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Bronski Beat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
David Axelrod,
Freddie Wadling,
Theoretical Girls,
The Kinks,
Goldenarms,
The Evens,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Green,
June Days,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angry Samoans,
Rosa Yemen,
AZ,
Maleditus Sound,
Technova,
Gang Starr,
Brick,
Absolute Body Control,
Minutemen,
Bush Tetras,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boredoms,
Desert Stars,
Carl Craig,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mandrill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Urselle,
Slave,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grauzone,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
Sixth Finger,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.