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 Cuba and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yellowson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marvin Gaye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Adolescents,
The Zeros,
Wasted Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
Half Japanese,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yellowson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Silicon Teens,
Babytalk,
David Bowie,
Bill Wells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Audionom,
Wally Richardson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Wake,
Intrusion,
Television Personalities,
Camouflage,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
Wolf Eyes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Youth Brigade,
Man Parrish,
The Raincoats,
the Germs,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ossler,
Thompson Twins,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
Average White Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Associates,
Slick Rick,
Colin Newman,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.