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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Clear Light to the punk 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Soul Sonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Television Personalities,
Minnie Riperton,
T. Rex,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
Angry Samoans,
Easy Going,
Bang On A Can,
Pagans,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
Ludus,
Hoover,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Age Steppers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
EPMD,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oneida,
Monks,
Country Teasers,
Quando Quango,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
The Motions,
Anakelly,
Barbara Tucker,
Nico,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
Delta 5,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unwound,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fluxion,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
Bob Dylan,
The Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
cv313,
June Days,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.