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 Colombia and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 X-102 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gap Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Groovy Waters,
Ken Boothe,
T. Rex,
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronan,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Wyatt,
B.T. Express,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slits,
Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
Bobby Sherman,
The Tremeloes,
Liliput,
Bluetip,
the Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Q65,
The Dave Clark Five,
Altered Images,
Echospace,
AZ,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
Black Bananas,
Icehouse,
Crime,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swell Maps,
Stetsasonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Quando Quango,
Malaria!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alice Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
China Crisis,
Isaac Hayes,
Fat Boys,
Bush Tetras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.