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 Cambodia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the dance 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
The Invisible,
Idris Muhammad,
Scientists,
Q65,
Lower 48,
Rhythm & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Mills,
Skriet,
Radiohead,
Section 25,
cv313,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Grass Roots,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABBA,
One Last Wish,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Residents,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Khruangbin,
Ken Boothe,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonic Youth,
10cc,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agent Orange,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dirtbombs,
the Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Babytalk,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bluetip,
Kas Product,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
Niagra,
MC5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gap Band,
Unwound,
the Bar-Kays,
the Fania All-Stars,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.