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 Macedonia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Terry Callier to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Black Flag,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
Quadrant,
the Soft Cell,
Crime,
The Doors,
Jeff Mills,
The Busters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
Gong,
Dave Gahan,
Schoolly D,
The Saints,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Patti Smith,
Nico,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Womack,
Popol Vuh,
a-ha,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barrington Levy,
10cc,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Deadbeat,
the Swans,
The Music Machine,
New Order,
T.S.O.L.,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
Section 25,
E-Dancer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eve St. Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
Gregory Isaacs,
DNA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Youth Brigade,
Grey Daturas,
Bauhaus,
Cymande,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
Newcleus,
Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.