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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ludus to the crunk 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Whodini,
The Litter,
Pulsallama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultravox,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
Barry Ungar,
Main Source,
Scion,
Todd Terry,
Joe Smooth,
The Invisible,
Byron Stingily,
James White and The Blacks,
World's Most,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cowsills,
X-101,
T. Rex,
Model 500,
Yellowson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Buckinghams,
a-ha,
Scott Walker,
K-Klass,
Joensuu 1685,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shoche,
Amon Düül,
CMW,
Throbbing Gristle,
La Düsseldorf,
Ossler,
Anthony Braxton,
Brick,
The Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Procol Harum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magazine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
Angry Samoans,
Buzzcocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Harry Pussy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.