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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yusef Lateef to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Litter,
Urselle,
John Lydon,
Rekid,
Alice Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
The Pretty Things,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moss Icon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Groovy Waters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Steve Hackett,
Make Up,
Ohio Players,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pierre Henry,
Arcadia,
The Saints,
H. Thieme,
Moby Grape,
Mark Hollis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scientists,
Suicide,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radio Birdman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mummies,
Marmalade,
Juan Atkins,
The Monks,
Accadde A,
Intrusion,
Faust,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
Aaron Thompson,
Darondo,
Anthony Braxton,
The Residents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang of Four,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Little Man,
Rufus Thomas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers,
Fluxion,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.