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 Luxembourg 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blackbyrds,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fat Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Masters at Work,
The Fortunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Christie,
Godley & Creme,
Y Pants,
The Invisible,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare,
Sun City Girls,
The Trojans,
Symarip,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxette,
UT,
Slave,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tubeway Army,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Hashim,
A Certain Ratio,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABC,
New Age Steppers,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
cv313,
Nico,
Eurythmics,
Skriet,
Connie Case,
JFA,
Adolescents,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mummies,
David Axelrod,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Newcleus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.