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 Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Gang Dance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Terry Callier,
Deakin,
Cluster,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
Crooked Eye,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sandy B,
The Offenders,
June Days,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
John Lydon,
Crime,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Move,
Fat Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Peter & Gordon,
D'Angelo,
Funky Four + One,
Roger Hodgson,
The Real Kids,
Ronan,
Lower 48,
Sound Behaviour,
Unwound,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sight & Sound,
Scrapy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Charles Mingus,
Dennis Brown,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
The Cramps,
Q65,
Gang of Four,
Wasted Youth,
Main Source,
Moby Grape,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Goldenarms,
Josef K,
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
Eurythmics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
Spoonie Gee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.