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 Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Bizarre Inc. to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Vogues,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Symarip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unwound,
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doors,
Kevin Saunderson,
Absolute Body Control,
DNA,
Bootsy Collins,
Bush Tetras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blake Baxter,
Amazonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
Rotary Connection,
cv313,
Scion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chrome,
Reuben Wilson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
Gang Starr,
Janne Schatter,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Evens,
Nas,
CMW,
June Days,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Move,
48th St. Collective,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Style,
Minor Threat,
OOIOO,
The Wake,
Rapeman,
The Count Five,
Fear,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.