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 Haiti and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blues Magoos,
The Searchers,
Swans,
Make Up,
ABBA,
Reuben Wilson,
AZ,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Busters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swell Maps,
This Heat,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Subhumans,
the Association,
Moby Grape,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Max Romeo,
FM Einheit,
Unwound,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Womack,
T.S.O.L.,
a-ha,
Peter & Gordon,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cure,
The Remains,
EPMD,
The Kinks,
Reagan Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Barbara Tucker,
Spandau Ballet,
Pussy Galore,
Heaven 17,
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
Arcadia,
Darondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Shoche,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.