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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
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 Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lungfish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Crooked Eye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vladislav Delay,
Sällskapet,
Cecil Taylor,
Section 25,
Unwound,
Warsaw,
Alton Ellis,
Fat Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Zero Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Archie Shepp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
One Last Wish,
Pole,
K-Klass,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Invisible,
The Cramps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
The Fire Engines,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispy Ambulance,
JFA,
Cal Tjader,
Soulsonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Theoretical Girls,
Nils Olav,
Anthony Braxton,
Godley & Creme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joey Negro,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pretty Things,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
The Leaves,
Boredoms,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.