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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 the Sonics to the funk 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
David Bowie,
The Music Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick Morgan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hot Snakes,
Skarface,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Newcleus,
Fad Gadget,
Sex Pistols,
Khruangbin,
Robert Görl,
Los Fastidios,
Mr. Review,
The Fall,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mandrill,
The Martian,
Animal Collective,
Oblivians,
T.S.O.L.,
Connie Case,
Colin Newman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Brothers Johnson,
Cymande,
Duran Duran,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grey Daturas,
Sam Rivers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spandau Ballet,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q and Not U,
China Crisis,
The J.B.'s,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
Ken Boothe,
Anthony Braxton,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.