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 Albania and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
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 arpeggiator 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 Archie Shepp to the grime 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nas,
CMW,
The Birthday Party,
Stockholm Monsters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
Brick,
Lightning Bolt,
Reuben Wilson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Prince Buster,
Banda Bassotti,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
Morten Harket,
Roger Hodgson,
Thee Headcoats,
Rites of Spring,
Ponytail,
The Wake,
Lindisfarne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Almond,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agent Orange,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
Arab on Radar,
Moebius,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Subhumans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Sparks,
Anakelly,
Lungfish,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantytec,
Connie Case,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cowsills,
Porter Ricks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ornette Coleman,
Junior Murvin,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.