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 Guatemala and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Deakin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Association,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
Television,
Maleditus Sound,
June of 44,
Symarip,
Fluxion,
Hoover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cymande,
CMW,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Popol Vuh,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Albert Ayler,
Minnie Riperton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blossom Toes,
Heaven 17,
the Normal,
Das Ding,
Quantec,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eddi Front,
Todd Terry,
June Days,
Excepter,
Juan Atkins,
Nils Olav,
Graham Central Station,
Wings,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Patti Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anakelly,
Rosa Yemen,
LL Cool J,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface,
Bobby Sherman,
Wally Richardson,
Joy Division,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.