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 Colombia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Bob Dylan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Niagra,
a-ha,
The American Breed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang On A Can,
Eli Mardock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter & Gordon,
Carl Craig,
Intrusion,
Bill Wells,
Tim Buckley,
Barrington Levy,
Hot Snakes,
Kenny Larkin,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arcadia,
Brass Construction,
Trumans Water,
Robert Görl,
Massinfluence,
X-Ray Spex,
Tom Boy,
JFA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
Michelle Simonal,
Crooked Eye,
Public Enemy,
The Martian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Happenings,
Lower 48,
Grauzone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Red Krayola,
Barbara Tucker,
Sugar Minott,
Howard Jones,
The Fortunes,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
Mr. Review,
Eden Ahbez,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantytec,
Mission of Burma,
Groovy Waters,
EPMD,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.