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 Belize and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
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 snare 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 Cameo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
Moebius,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Underground Resistance,
H. Thieme,
Anthony Braxton,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
The J.B.'s,
The Move,
Cybotron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Hood,
Malaria!,
the Germs,
Gang Green,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tubeway Army,
Cheater Slicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
LL Cool J,
Kenny Larkin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
Cameo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
Television,
Schoolly D,
Yellowson,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra,
OOIOO,
Babytalk,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Angels of Light,
Moss Icon,
Warren Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
In Retrospect,
Aloha Tigers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Association,
Joensuu 1685,
Newcleus,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Godley & Creme,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.