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 Serbia 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Ice-T to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Outsiders,
T.S.O.L.,
Rakim,
Niagra,
Sonic Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Cale,
Al Stewart,
JFA,
Darondo,
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
The Barracudas,
The Searchers,
Animal Collective,
The Doors,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Minny Pops,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
The Black Dice,
Black Sheep,
Section 25,
Rufus Thomas,
The Durutti Column,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Underground Resistance,
Skriet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Essential Logic,
Archie Shepp,
Bush Tetras,
Shuggie Otis,
The Buckinghams,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
DJ Sneak,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Little Man,
Organ,
Brick,
Visage,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.