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 Micronesia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
FM Einheit,
Eve St. Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Scan 7,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Marvin Gaye,
China Crisis,
Kerri Chandler,
John Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Wire,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
Dead Boys,
Fluxion,
Khruangbin,
Aswad,
Graham Central Station,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
The Dirtbombs,
Moss Icon,
The Trojans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stetsasonic,
Pole,
The Saints,
Reuben Wilson,
Magma,
Oblivians,
Bronski Beat,
Lungfish,
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters,
Yaz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Juan Atkins,
Laurel Aitken,
X-102,
Los Fastidios,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalann,
Crooked Eye,
Television,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
48th St. Collective,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.