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 Liberia 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brand Nubian to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arab on Radar,
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
Warsaw,
Kurtis Blow,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
The Victims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cybotron,
Al Stewart,
Carl Craig,
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
Althea and Donna,
Los Fastidios,
Iggy Pop,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pop Group,
K-Klass,
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Wyatt,
Yaz,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Neu!,
Index,
Adolescents,
Altered Images,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Von Mondo,
Radiohead,
The Fugs,
Surgeon,
Blake Baxter,
Sonic Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Pole,
Lucky Dragons,
Fela Kuti,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Green,
Scan 7,
The Five Americans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Evens,
Main Source,
Electric Prunes,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.