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 Angola and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ponytail to the punk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Barracudas,
Chrome,
John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crooked Eye,
New York Dolls,
Sällskapet,
Hasil Adkins,
John Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Los Fastidios,
Deadbeat,
The Techniques,
Sun City Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dead Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Barrington Levy,
Sparks,
Alison Limerick,
Cal Tjader,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
The Fall,
Duran Duran,
Television Personalities,
Suicide,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Organ,
The Invisible,
Interpol,
Arcadia,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
The Move,
Unwound,
Unrelated Segments,
World's Most,
The Victims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bush Tetras,
The Tremeloes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter and Kerry,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Germs,
La Düsseldorf,
kango's stein massive,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.