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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Knickerbockers to the grime 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABBA,
Desert Stars,
June of 44,
The Smoke,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
U.S. Maple,
a-ha,
Anakelly,
Television,
Lucky Dragons,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q65,
Oblivians,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wasted Youth,
Scientists,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soulsonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kenny Larkin,
Tubeway Army,
The Count Five,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dead C,
Faraquet,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
Chris & Cosey,
Deadbeat,
Brick,
Donald Byrd,
Unwound,
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skarface,
Pylon,
Hardrive,
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
Alison Limerick,
The Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.