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 Korea North and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rock 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Al Stewart,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nico,
The Young Rascals,
Leonard Cohen,
Hashim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Womack,
the Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Count Five,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Litter,
Wire,
the Association,
The Saints,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Starr,
Sound Behaviour,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacques Brel,
Nils Olav,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spandau Ballet,
Sarah Menescal,
Malaria!,
Minny Pops,
Schoolly D,
Average White Band,
The Barracudas,
Ralphi Rosario,
China Crisis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Isaac Hayes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Idris Muhammad,
New York Dolls,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
Bush Tetras,
Sonic Youth,
Black Sheep,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.