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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 K-Klass to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Skriet,
Qualms,
Arcadia,
Jerry's Kids,
Steve Hackett,
One Last Wish,
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Womack,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yazoo,
Franke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sällskapet,
Moby Grape,
New Order,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
T. Rex,
Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Flash Fearless,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barry Ungar,
AZ,
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
Ituana,
KRS-One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Laurel Aitken,
kango's stein massive,
Darondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shoche,
David Axelrod,
Eric Copeland,
Soul Sonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Joe Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Green,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Near,
Ohio Players,
Jimmy McGriff,
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hasil Adkins,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.