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 Hungary and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Aloha Tigers to the punk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Spandau Ballet,
The Music Machine,
the Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dead Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pop Group,
Essential Logic,
Peter and Kerry,
Joyce Sims,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
The Fall,
Blake Baxter,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Order,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joensuu 1685,
Rakim,
Brick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dirtbombs,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Pus,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Womack,
Hot Snakes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moby Grape,
The Index,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stockholm Monsters,
Desert Stars,
U.S. Maple,
The Techniques,
Wings,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James White and The Blacks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ituana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drexciya,
Ultravox,
Robert Wyatt,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.