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 Solomon Islands and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Groovy Waters to the funk 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blancmange,
Scion,
The Cure,
These Immortal Souls,
Al Stewart,
Slave,
Outsiders,
The Durutti Column,
the Association,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bizarre Inc.,
KRS-One,
Ice-T,
the Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Mo-Dettes,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
Supertramp,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk,
Nas,
La Düsseldorf,
Motorama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Tommy Roe,
Liliput,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doors,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neu!,
Buzzcocks,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
Deakin,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Lynne,
Index,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pulsallama,
Alton Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Young Marble Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.