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 Portugal and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Royal Trux to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lungfish,
Moss Icon,
Girls At Our Best!,
China Crisis,
Rotary Connection,
Al Stewart,
Q and Not U,
Alton Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Interpol,
K-Klass,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Womack,
10cc,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yaz,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Divine Comedy,
Magazine,
Parry Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minnie Riperton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Connie Case,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
Pantytec,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anthony Braxton,
Wings,
Amazonics,
the Sonics,
OOIOO,
Todd Terry,
Scratch Acid,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
The Seeds,
New Order,
The Motions,
the Soft Cell,
DNA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Idris Muhammad,
Lindisfarne,
Oblivians,
Derrick May,
Mantronix,
Spandau Ballet,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.