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 Nauru and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
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 synthesizer 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Japan,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Glenn Branca,
U.S. Maple,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Hood,
John Holt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fela Kuti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
Bill Wells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q and Not U,
Lalann,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Index,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Junior Murvin,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Rufus Thomas,
Janne Schatter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kenny Larkin,
Stiv Bators,
Ohio Players,
Main Source,
The Techniques,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quando Quango,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
B.T. Express,
Groovy Waters,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Knickerbockers,
Roger Hodgson,
Trumans Water,
Joensuu 1685,
Schoolly D,
Essential Logic,
Prince Buster,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
kango's stein massive,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.