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 Honduras 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Second Layer to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Hashim,
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Archie Shepp,
F. McDonald,
Glambeats Corp.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Wells,
David Axelrod,
Davy DMX,
Surgeon,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Flag,
Livin' Joy,
Japan,
Accadde A,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
Bobby Byrd,
Monolake,
The Selecter,
David McCallum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Audionom,
Max Romeo,
Skaos,
Donald Byrd,
The Slits,
Carl Craig,
Man Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronnie Foster,
The Blues Magoos,
Hot Snakes,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
Byron Stingily,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
Black Sheep,
Masters at Work,
The Dirtbombs,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slave,
Y Pants,
Fluxion,
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.