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 Antigua and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wasted Youth to the grime 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
UT,
Kevin Saunderson,
Connie Case,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
The Music Machine,
Organ,
Massinfluence,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
Wire,
The Residents,
MC5,
Icehouse,
The Durutti Column,
Moss Icon,
Unwound,
The Dead C,
LL Cool J,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dual Sessions,
David Axelrod,
Henry Cow,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lucky Dragons,
Idris Muhammad,
Arab on Radar,
AZ,
Crime,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Von Mondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-101,
Oblivians,
Panda Bear,
The Misunderstood,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
T. Rex,
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana,
Joe Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.