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 Israel and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
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 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 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Divine Comedy,
Niagra,
Mr. Review,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hardrive,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
E-Dancer,
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Nirvana,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Style,
The Five Americans,
The Durutti Column,
Faust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
The Fortunes,
Supertramp,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad,
David McCallum,
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Bowie,
Slick Rick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scrapy,
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter & Gordon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gun Club,
Procol Harum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dark Day,
The Martian,
Eli Mardock,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
Reuben Wilson,
LL Cool J,
The Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Fatback Band,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Remains,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.