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 Finland and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The New Christs to the rap 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Holt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
KRS-One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doors,
Wire,
Ronnie Foster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quando Quango,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sister Nancy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Zeros,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
Pussy Galore,
The Names,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Görl,
Man Parrish,
Mantronix,
Eve St. Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pierre Henry,
AZ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Leaves,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
The Dead C,
The Mummies,
Michelle Simonal,
UT,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Warren Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dark Day,
Leonard Cohen,
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Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacques Brel,
Mo-Dettes,
Suicide,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
Con Funk Shun,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.