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 Armenia and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 R.M.O. to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Terry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kurtis Blow,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick Morgan,
Sex Pistols,
The Martian,
Agitation Free,
The Cowsills,
The Selecter,
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
Al Stewart,
The Stooges,
David Bowie,
John Holt,
Sixth Finger,
The Slackers,
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents,
Bang On A Can,
The Gap Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Dave Clark Five,
Banda Bassotti,
KRS-One,
Graham Central Station,
Mantronix,
Kaleidoscope,
EPMD,
Marine Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Whodini,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Basic Channel,
X-102,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rosa Yemen,
Porter Ricks,
Wire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nico,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lower 48,
The Victims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.