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 Venezuela and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Wasted Youth to the rap 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Curtis Mayfield,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
Japan,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
UT,
Yaz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Schoolly D,
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Halsall,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Copeland,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rekid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick May,
Quantec,
The Music Machine,
Zero Boys,
Pylon,
The Litter,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt,
Ten City,
Wings,
The Moleskins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Can,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ponytail,
Juan Atkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
The Evens,
Little Man,
John Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Mills,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.