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 Tuvalu and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hasil Adkins to the rap 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
Wasted Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
Cybotron,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cheater Slicks,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül,
Vladislav Delay,
Al Stewart,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes,
Stockholm Monsters,
MC5,
H. Thieme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Fugazi,
Royal Trux,
The Fugs,
Mr. Review,
Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Deadbeat,
The Blues Magoos,
The Index,
Nico,
Outsiders,
Camouflage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
Yaz,
Andrew Hill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Evens,
Judy Mowatt,
Monolake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marvin Gaye,
Intrusion,
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Patti Smith,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.