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 Vietnam and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Davy DMX to the grime 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gabor Szabo,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
Clear Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Residents,
Second Layer,
Byron Stingily,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bush Tetras,
Max Romeo,
The Zeros,
Vainqueur,
Bluetip,
Hot Snakes,
B.T. Express,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
X-102,
Yaz,
The Buckinghams,
The Young Rascals,
Marvin Gaye,
Lightning Bolt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
Scion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
Lower 48,
Organ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q and Not U,
The Barracudas,
Ten City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Sheep,
Donny Hathaway,
Simply Red,
Chris & Cosey,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Hill,
Unrelated Segments,
Hashim,
The Gun Club,
Neu!,
The Durutti Column,
Ludus,
Pole,
Banda Bassotti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.