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 Namibia and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Five Americans,
Aloha Tigers,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angry Samoans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kas Product,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
The Happenings,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chrome,
Patti Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Bluetip,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cramps,
The Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Durutti Column,
Theoretical Girls,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Toni Rubio,
The Moleskins,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
Stiv Bators,
Steve Hackett,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Talk Talk,
Dead Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Y Pants,
The Young Rascals,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suburban Knight,
Arab on Radar,
cv313,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Hill,
Neu!,
Jerry's Kids,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.