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 Bangladesh and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the electroclash 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Nas,
The Music Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Soulsonic Force,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Derrick May,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
Wire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rites of Spring,
Eden Ahbez,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Colin Newman,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Wasted Youth,
The Fall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cramps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Almond,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
Parry Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tim Buckley,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
The New Christs,
Guru Guru,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Graham Central Station,
The Selecter,
ABBA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gladiators,
Charles Mingus,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.