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 Monaco and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Niagra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül,
Black Bananas,
The Moleskins,
Yazoo,
Reuben Wilson,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Franke,
Chris Corsano,
Jacob Miller,
Yusef Lateef,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
Barrington Levy,
Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hot Snakes,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
T. Rex,
Jacques Brel,
Intrusion,
Henry Cow,
Kayak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Mills,
Inner City,
Sarah Menescal,
Essential Logic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agent Orange,
Sugar Minott,
Deadbeat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
Quantec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flipper,
The Trojans,
Suburban Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
Moebius,
Al Stewart,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.