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 Poland and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Animal Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
Ice-T,
The Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Iggy Pop,
Boz Scaggs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scan 7,
Pere Ubu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hasil Adkins,
The Last Poets,
Robert Wyatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Christie,
The Busters,
Arcadia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
UT,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skarface,
The Mojo Men,
Von Mondo,
Alphaville,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barry Ungar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sixth Finger,
Faust,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül II,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Dolphy,
JFA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liliput,
Marc Almond,
The Modern Lovers,
Joyce Sims,
Q and Not U,
The Count Five,
Josef K,
Prince Buster,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.