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 Rwanda and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonny Sharrock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Black Dice,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Terry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers,
The Fortunes,
Crime,
The Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Animal Collective,
John Holt,
Bill Wells,
Donny Hathaway,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Vogues,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Cale,
Deepchord,
The Alarm Clocks,
D'Angelo,
Blancmange,
Peter & Gordon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
Henry Cow,
Fluxion,
New Order,
Lou Reed,
Delta 5,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Evens,
Japan,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Halsall,
Kas Product,
Drexciya,
The Searchers,
the Germs,
JFA,
Young Marble Giants,
The Names,
Flash Fearless,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bob Dylan,
Sun City Girls,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Joey Negro,
Malaria!,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.