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 Liechtenstein and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fall 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Franke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
The Grass Roots,
Don Cherry,
Khruangbin,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
World's Most,
Fat Boys,
Blancmange,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
H. Thieme,
Flipper,
The Star Department,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacques Brel,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agitation Free,
The Busters,
Bob Dylan,
Bang On A Can,
The Kinks,
Q65,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marine Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters,
X-102,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
Lungfish,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pretty Things,
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Section 25,
UT,
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
Johnny Osbourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.