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 Dominican Republic and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers,
Soul II Soul,
Y Pants,
The Young Rascals,
Panda Bear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
The Golliwogs,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Newcleus,
Ice-T,
Chrome,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eve St. Jones,
Model 500,
Henry Cow,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smiths,
Josef K,
Marcia Griffiths,
Davy DMX,
The Monks,
Country Teasers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mars,
Lou Reed,
Scientists,
Nick Fraelich,
Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angry Samoans,
Archie Shepp,
Royal Trux,
ABC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shoche,
Parry Music,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
Easy Going,
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.