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 Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grunge 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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
The Saints,
Ossler,
Dual Sessions,
Tres Demented,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps,
Boredoms,
Marmalade,
Make Up,
Amon Düül II,
Sam Rivers,
Lower 48,
Monks,
Organ,
Peter & Gordon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Wells,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
K-Klass,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fortunes,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Stiv Bators,
The Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Eurythmics,
New York Dolls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket,
Tears for Fears,
Sister Nancy,
Juan Atkins,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gap Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.