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 Tuvalu 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 F. McDonald to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Amon Düül,
The Misunderstood,
Scientists,
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
The Zeros,
Charles Mingus,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
The Smiths,
Royal Trux,
Dawn Penn,
Symarip,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Martian,
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Bourne,
Yaz,
The Blues Magoos,
R.M.O.,
Alton Ellis,
Joy Division,
Popol Vuh,
MC5,
The Searchers,
X-102,
Rosa Yemen,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
Wally Richardson,
Ludus,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Connie Case,
Max Romeo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hasil Adkins,
Severed Heads,
Suicide,
Black Bananas,
Ultra Naté,
Slave,
Lakeside,
The Mojo Men,
Aswad,
Bobby Womack,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
Accadde A,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reuben Wilson,
FM Einheit,
PIL,
Monolake,
Barbara Tucker,
Glenn Branca,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.