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 Cameroon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 James White and The Blacks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker,
Technova,
Lalann,
Camouflage,
The Trojans,
Soul II Soul,
These Immortal Souls,
Connie Case,
Black Moon,
The Last Poets,
Barrington Levy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Buzzcocks,
The Residents,
John Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ornette Coleman,
China Crisis,
La Düsseldorf,
Brothers Johnson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Don Cherry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hoover,
JFA,
The Techniques,
CMW,
Babytalk,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Prince Buster,
The Fuzztones,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Age Steppers,
The Slackers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Halsall,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
The Real Kids,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
Popol Vuh,
DNA,
Rites of Spring,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.