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 Italy and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Happenings to the punk 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Sandy B,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
Youth Brigade,
Cal Tjader,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
Liliput,
Robert Wyatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Womack,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monochrome Set,
The Real Kids,
China Crisis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Con Funk Shun,
The Litter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang of Four,
David Bowie,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Machine,
Fear,
Loose Ends,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barbara Tucker,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
Ultravox,
Buzzcocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rites of Spring,
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Young Marble Giants,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Rotary Connection,
The Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonic Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cameo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neu!,
Flipper,
Japan,
the Slits,
The Victims,
Average White Band,
Groovy Waters,
cv313,
Joe Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.