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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Fuzztones to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
Anakelly,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tubeway Army,
Scrapy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suicide,
Cal Tjader,
The Music Machine,
Trumans Water,
Derrick Morgan,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Symarip,
This Heat,
Rhythm & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Yaz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Toasters,
Absolute Body Control,
Outsiders,
Skriet,
Max Romeo,
The Zeros,
Agent Orange,
Charles Mingus,
Man Parrish,
Don Cherry,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slackers,
The Divine Comedy,
Ken Boothe,
The Mummies,
Kaleidoscope,
Flash Fearless,
Alphaville,
Crooked Eye,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry Gold Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nik Kershaw,
Harry Pussy,
Fear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Judy Mowatt,
AZ,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.