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 Ethiopia and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 Dark Day to the grime 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
Kayak,
Joensuu 1685,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Sherman,
Iggy Pop,
Wasted Youth,
The Victims,
Spoonie Gee,
Thee Headcoats,
Jandek,
Yazoo,
Minny Pops,
Average White Band,
Hoover,
The Monks,
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims,
Funkadelic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
the Germs,
Sonny Sharrock,
LL Cool J,
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The United States of America,
Roxette,
The Martian,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
Arcadia,
Oneida,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Buzzcocks,
Chrome,
The Happenings,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultra Naté,
John Lydon,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Tears for Fears,
The New Christs,
Anthony Braxton,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fugs,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.