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 Bolivia and from London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the punk 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Second Layer,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
Underground Resistance,
Hot Snakes,
Sandy B,
The Moody Blues,
Visage,
The Zeros,
Wally Richardson,
Jandek,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
Cymande,
The Cowsills,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
ABBA,
Bobby Womack,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camouflage,
The Names,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
Soft Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul II Soul,
Cal Tjader,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Supertramp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Colin Newman,
Silicon Teens,
Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erasure,
The Red Krayola,
Magma,
David McCallum,
Hoover,
Los Fastidios,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dirtbombs,
Quadrant,
James White and The Blacks,
Adolescents,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rekid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.