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 Belize and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Fela Kuti to the grime 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Flash Fearless,
Mars,
Maleditus Sound,
Babytalk,
Arthur Verocai,
Sex Pistols,
Max Romeo,
The Moody Blues,
The Skatalites,
Marmalade,
The Offenders,
The Blackbyrds,
Harry Pussy,
Circle Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronnie Foster,
Pussy Galore,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The J.B.'s,
The Smiths,
The Five Americans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delta 5,
Marc Almond,
Bad Manners,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Style,
Sparks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Lydon,
Barrington Levy,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Faraquet,
John Cale,
Inner City,
Q and Not U,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
The Busters,
Saccharine Trust,
Iggy Pop,
Khruangbin,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cowsills,
The Happenings,
Animal Collective,
Mandrill,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
Goldenarms,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.