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 Lebanon and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Wings to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Scan 7,
The Misunderstood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Letta Mbulu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sister Nancy,
Public Enemy,
Panda Bear,
Ludus,
The Evens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q and Not U,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nils Olav,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Techniques,
The Red Krayola,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Sherman,
Marine Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lower 48,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aural Exciters,
Duran Duran,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scrapy,
Swell Maps,
Gichy Dan,
The Associates,
Davy DMX,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
Outsiders,
Dual Sessions,
Barry Ungar,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
Spandau Ballet,
Susan Cadogan,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brick,
Carl Craig,
John Coltrane,
Monks,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Niagra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
La Düsseldorf,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.