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 Oman and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Whodini to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
K-Klass,
The Victims,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skriet,
Pagans,
OOIOO,
John Holt,
Wasted Youth,
The Fortunes,
Fear,
Flipper,
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Adolescents,
Alphaville,
48th St. Collective,
Faust,
a-ha,
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman,
Unrelated Segments,
Thompson Twins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Womack,
JFA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
Cymande,
Intrusion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delta 5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
Yellowson,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
Interpol,
Lucky Dragons,
Mars,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Henry Cow,
The Velvet Underground,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Sneak,
John Lydon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.