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 Slovenia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quantec to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Khruangbin,
Easy Going,
Zero Boys,
Pulsallama,
Max Romeo,
Toni Rubio,
Ornette Coleman,
The Count Five,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Birthday Party,
Parry Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Lynne,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
K-Klass,
Alphaville,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
Mission of Burma,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Teasers,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
Gong,
Sarah Menescal,
Letta Mbulu,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
Moss Icon,
Cameo,
The Move,
The Residents,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Darondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül II,
Faraquet,
Royal Trux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
The Gladiators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Association,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.