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 Kazakhstan and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liliput to the dance 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grauzone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges,
the Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Mantronix,
Chris Corsano,
Public Image Ltd.,
T.S.O.L.,
D'Angelo,
China Crisis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
Con Funk Shun,
DNA,
Slave,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Associates,
Curtis Mayfield,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pole,
Eurythmics,
The Moody Blues,
Echospace,
Joe Finger,
The Gap Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Lakeside,
Jeff Mills,
Rufus Thomas,
Fatback Band,
the Germs,
Mad Mike,
DJ Style,
Yellowson,
T. Rex,
Dark Day,
Hashim,
The Barracudas,
The Residents,
Make Up,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rapeman,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.