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 Brazil and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
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 güiro 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 Pet Shop Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Hill,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
Wasted Youth,
Franke,
Interpol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Duran Duran,
Whodini,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
Janne Schatter,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Junior Murvin,
Reuben Wilson,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonic Youth,
Main Source,
Hoover,
Delon & Dalcan,
JFA,
MDC,
Lyres,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sonics,
The Index,
Intrusion,
Bill Near,
Ronan,
Guru Guru,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
LL Cool J,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
Youth Brigade,
Severed Heads,
Hardrive,
Urselle,
Thompson Twins,
Tommy Roe,
Vainqueur,
Scion,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.