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 Ireland and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
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 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 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 Gil Scott Heron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gories,
John Lydon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pylon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultravox,
Ituana,
The Martian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brass Construction,
Connie Case,
Todd Terry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kas Product,
The Seeds,
The Associates,
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rufus Thomas,
Parry Music,
Essential Logic,
Robert Wyatt,
MC5,
Symarip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Rundgren,
Throbbing Gristle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
London Community Gospel Choir,
JFA,
Peter & Gordon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
D'Angelo,
The Divine Comedy,
Alison Limerick,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visage,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Main Source,
Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Pussy Galore,
Camouflage,
John Cale,
The Invisible,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Moby Grape,
The Birthday Party,
AZ,
Los Fastidios,
Marine Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.