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 Jamaica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Y Pants to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
John Holt,
Interpol,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Idris Muhammad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Wells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kenny Larkin,
Scan 7,
Derrick Morgan,
Jawbox,
The Cure,
Reagan Youth,
Tres Demented,
Slave,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Babytalk,
Nick Fraelich,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Wyatt,
Mr. Review,
The Standells,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
Freddie Wadling,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Order,
Monolake,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
Dennis Brown,
The Fortunes,
Joy Division,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mark Hollis,
Brand Nubian,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slackers,
Camberwell Now,
Cameo,
The Litter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cymande,
Loose Ends,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.