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 Monaco and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anthony Braxton,
The Kinks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suburban Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doobie Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Wyatt,
Organ,
Isaac Hayes,
Make Up,
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerri Chandler,
Supertramp,
Scan 7,
Infiniti,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deakin,
Technova,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arcadia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aaron Thompson,
Basic Channel,
X-101,
Easy Going,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül,
Sex Pistols,
Morten Harket,
Cluster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Zeros,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül II,
The Martian,
Zapp,
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.