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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 Spoonie Gee to the grime 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalann,
Urselle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Near,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terry Callier,
The Count Five,
Hardrive,
Ronan,
Janne Schatter,
Maleditus Sound,
Skriet,
Hasil Adkins,
Archie Shepp,
Oneida,
Deakin,
B.T. Express,
Pylon,
Deadbeat,
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus,
Boogie Down Productions,
In Retrospect,
Tubeway Army,
Peter and Kerry,
Suicide,
K-Klass,
Barrington Levy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Echospace,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scion,
The Smiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magazine,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Heaven 17,
The Blackbyrds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bad Manners,
Hoover,
Radio Birdman,
Minutemen,
The Barracudas,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Lynne,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Royal Trux,
JFA,
Fugazi,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.