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 St Lucia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 The Gories to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stetsasonic,
The Offenders,
The Fortunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
World's Most,
Groovy Waters,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Vogues,
Pussy Galore,
Bluetip,
Jeff Lynne,
Sandy B,
Glenn Branca,
X-101,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
Little Man,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Los Fastidios,
The Knickerbockers,
The Associates,
Slave,
The Gladiators,
Harmonia,
Henry Cow,
Massinfluence,
The Raincoats,
Reuben Wilson,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Skarface,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wolf Eyes,
Sam Rivers,
Kas Product,
Agitation Free,
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
The Evens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Association,
Supertramp,
Soul II Soul,
Ice-T,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.