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 Cambodia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sandy B to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Khruangbin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camberwell Now,
Tears for Fears,
The Buckinghams,
10cc,
Joe Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Normal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mars,
the Association,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Techniques,
Excepter,
Absolute Body Control,
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
Whodini,
Bill Near,
Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
The Slits,
Davy DMX,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
Wings,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Drive Like Jehu,
Average White Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Litter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Associates,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalann,
The Dirtbombs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Terry,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Stooges,
Crooked Eye,
Alison Limerick,
John Lydon,
Idris Muhammad,
Yaz,
Flipper,
Nico,
The Zeros,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.