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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Procol Harum to the punk 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Faust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
X-102,
Graham Central Station,
Joyce Sims,
Fluxion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Angels of Light,
Brass Construction,
Ludus,
The Toasters,
The Move,
Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Drexciya,
Japan,
Country Teasers,
Stiv Bators,
Fatback Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Don Cherry,
Sonic Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Howard Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
Terry Callier,
Technova,
Shuggie Otis,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
This Heat,
Yellowson,
David McCallum,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
Suburban Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Von Mondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
Skriet,
Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Pantytec,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.