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 Canada and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Pharoah Sanders to the funk 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Blues Magoos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Holt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Skatalites,
Monolake,
Public Enemy,
Black Pus,
The Sound,
The Black Dice,
Das Ding,
Eric Copeland,
Scion,
June Days,
X-Ray Spex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
Fatback Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brand Nubian,
Fad Gadget,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart,
Tommy Roe,
Archie Shepp,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
Minor Threat,
Khruangbin,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Görl,
Davy DMX,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spoonie Gee,
Bush Tetras,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann,
Maleditus Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.