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 Korea North and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Kevin Saunderson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
Ronan,
The Saints,
Nation of Ulysses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Remains,
Junior Murvin,
Sarah Menescal,
Q65,
X-102,
Zero Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Smog,
Quando Quango,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
Wasted Youth,
Juan Atkins,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Interpol,
Arcadia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spandau Ballet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Clear Light,
Jeff Mills,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
Minor Threat,
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
Don Cherry,
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter & Gordon,
UT,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Standells,
Cameo,
Cymande,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dead Boys,
Deadbeat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Minnie Riperton,
Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.