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 Romania and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the jazz 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang On A Can,
Sandy B,
Hoover,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Germs,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erykah Badu,
Howard Jones,
The Cure,
Peter & Gordon,
Japan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anakelly,
Little Man,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dead C,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
Deadbeat,
Scan 7,
MDC,
The Electric Prunes,
PIL,
The Last Poets,
Jawbox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Parry Music,
Minor Threat,
The Vogues,
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fluxion,
The Red Krayola,
Nils Olav,
Josef K,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Negative Approach,
This Heat,
Eve St. Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra,
Cymande,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Dolphy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Toasters,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.