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 Tonga and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the jazz 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Offenders,
The Toasters,
Deepchord,
Pagans,
Blossom Toes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
The Techniques,
Cal Tjader,
a-ha,
World's Most,
Zero Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Eurythmics,
Sonic Youth,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis,
Pylon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang of Four,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
Q65,
Altered Images,
Mandrill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hashim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gichy Dan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Au Pairs,
Bob Dylan,
Tears for Fears,
Carl Craig,
The American Breed,
Qualms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swell Maps,
Arcadia,
Wasted Youth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ronan,
MC5,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Symarip,
Flipper,
Anthony Braxton,
The Zeros,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Angels of Light,
Procol Harum,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.