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 Palau and from Lille.
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 Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Supertramp to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '60s 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 Altered Images 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?
Junior Murvin,
The Barracudas,
The Techniques,
Rapeman,
Nils Olav,
Barclay James Harvest,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Eurythmics,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-101,
Lalann,
Funkadelic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marvin Gaye,
the Germs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erasure,
Smog,
Lightning Bolt,
Unwound,
The Fire Engines,
the Normal,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
Byron Stingily,
Joy Division,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Toni Rubio,
Nas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
Shuggie Otis,
Eddi Front,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
New Order,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin,
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish,
Joey Negro,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.