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 Romania and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Axelrod to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
Bob Dylan,
Hoover,
The Cure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
The Pretty Things,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pole,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
Jawbox,
Howard Jones,
Bill Near,
Au Pairs,
The J.B.'s,
Ossler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
LL Cool J,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Almond,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Green,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Glenn Branca,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-101,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
X-102,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arthur Verocai,
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Main Source,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gladiators,
Infiniti,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.