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 Tunisia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ralphi Rosario to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Swans,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
Gong,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gichy Dan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David McCallum,
The Kinks,
The Real Kids,
Soft Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
Underground Resistance,
Ultra Naté,
DNA,
Depeche Mode,
F. McDonald,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Near,
ABC,
cv313,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gladiators,
Shoche,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Howard Jones,
Ronan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Don Cherry,
China Crisis,
Yazoo,
The Blues Magoos,
Vainqueur,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camouflage,
Rites of Spring,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barry Ungar,
Warsaw,
Half Japanese,
The Evens,
Von Mondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
Jacob Miller,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slave,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stiv Bators,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.