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 Fiji and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roy Ayers to the dance 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Lyres,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Leaves,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Freddie Wadling,
Sandy B,
Arab on Radar,
Skriet,
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
Subhumans,
John Lydon,
The Victims,
Bizarre Inc.,
The J.B.'s,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barrington Levy,
Nas,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ponytail,
Delta 5,
Loose Ends,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Saints,
Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sight & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Lungfish,
Erykah Badu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
Basic Channel,
Robert Hood,
Fatback Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Graham Central Station,
The Residents,
The Names,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Theoretical Girls,
Howard Jones,
Vainqueur,
Nick Fraelich,
Minny Pops,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slave,
Neu!,
Ornette Coleman,
R.M.O.,
Wire,
ABBA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.