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 Tuvalu and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang of Four,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T.S.O.L.,
Sex Pistols,
Sister Nancy,
Darondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joensuu 1685,
Quando Quango,
Maurizio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Henry Cow,
Shuggie Otis,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
Charles Mingus,
The Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young,
The Five Americans,
Gichy Dan,
Visage,
Joyce Sims,
Pierre Henry,
The Misunderstood,
The Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Nas,
Half Japanese,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Lynne,
Whodini,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Urselle,
Mad Mike,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharoah Sanders,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order,
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Todd Rundgren,
Procol Harum,
Eric Copeland,
Sun City Girls,
Scientists,
UT,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.