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 Denmark and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 The Blackbyrds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
The Move,
Pole,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
La Düsseldorf,
The Flesh Eaters,
Section 25,
Skarface,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Accadde A,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lyres,
The Leaves,
Maurizio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Rekid,
Don Cherry,
Suburban Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Los Fastidios,
Pere Ubu,
Pylon,
Soul II Soul,
The Young Rascals,
Black Flag,
Quadrant,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
New Order,
Unrelated Segments,
Average White Band,
The Moody Blues,
Gabor Szabo,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barrington Levy,
Radio Birdman,
Chrome,
The Slits,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MC5,
Absolute Body Control,
Kaleidoscope,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tim Buckley,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Altered Images,
Fatback Band,
Darondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris Corsano,
Massinfluence,
Byron Stingily,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.