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 Romania and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rap 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agent Orange,
the Soft Cell,
Ossler,
The Durutti Column,
Sarah Menescal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
This Heat,
Kenny Larkin,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Symarip,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
Skriet,
Sällskapet,
Spandau Ballet,
Talk Talk,
Gabor Szabo,
The Knickerbockers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
The Misunderstood,
the Association,
Depeche Mode,
Fluxion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Buzzcocks,
Parry Music,
Howard Jones,
John Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
The Raincoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan,
Animal Collective,
The New Christs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Interpol,
Dual Sessions,
Shuggie Otis,
Faraquet,
The Tremeloes,
Porter Ricks,
Scrapy,
Technova,
The Birthday Party,
Stereo Dub,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sonics,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.