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 Rwanda and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
John Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Happenings,
Brothers Johnson,
The Count Five,
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerri Chandler,
Tom Boy,
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Selecter,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green,
Dawn Penn,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Pus,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
Slick Rick,
Y Pants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
FM Einheit,
Swell Maps,
The Birthday Party,
Erasure,
Procol Harum,
Pulsallama,
the Association,
The Martian,
Wings,
Agitation Free,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
Pantaleimon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terry Callier,
Adolescents,
Pagans,
Sällskapet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grauzone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
the Bar-Kays,
KRS-One,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.