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 Spain and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Idris Muhammad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Groovy Waters,
Dead Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
Rod Modell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sound Behaviour,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
Stereo Dub,
Ken Boothe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Walker Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
Eric Copeland,
The Mummies,
Reuben Wilson,
Wasted Youth,
Pulsallama,
Country Teasers,
Zero Boys,
Lakeside,
Brick,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sister Nancy,
Mo-Dettes,
Half Japanese,
Clear Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Charles Mingus,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gladiators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blancmange,
The Blues Magoos,
L. Decosne,
Juan Atkins,
The Mojo Men,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minor Threat,
Nirvana,
The Victims,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.