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 Hungary and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sixth Finger to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Mission of Burma,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hasil Adkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wings,
Cymande,
Lungfish,
Black Flag,
Rites of Spring,
Quadrant,
Black Bananas,
Ludus,
Skriet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
UT,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spandau Ballet,
Los Fastidios,
The Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Man Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantytec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Inner City,
Roxy Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Silicon Teens,
Ten City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barbara Tucker,
cv313,
Carl Craig,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brick,
Matthew Halsall,
Max Romeo,
Iggy Pop,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Graham Central Station,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Howard Jones,
The Fugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.