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 Bologna.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DJ Style to the techno 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Hashim,
Niagra,
Piero Umiliani,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sonics,
The Doors,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cure,
Yazoo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erasure,
Godley & Creme,
Skaos,
Lungfish,
Slick Rick,
Faraquet,
New Order,
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics,
The Leaves,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erykah Badu,
The Skatalites,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jawbox,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
Public Enemy,
Joey Negro,
The Dead C,
Aswad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kaleidoscope,
Absolute Body Control,
Symarip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television Personalities,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vainqueur,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Smog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.