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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Minor Threat,
Ronan,
Gong,
The Names,
Nils Olav,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
Faraquet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Tres Demented,
John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Josef K,
Sister Nancy,
a-ha,
The Music Machine,
The Gladiators,
Mission of Burma,
K-Klass,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Christie,
The Moody Blues,
Boredoms,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scientists,
Livin' Joy,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül,
Sixth Finger,
Marine Girls,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry's Kids,
Desert Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Sällskapet,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
D'Angelo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delta 5,
DNA,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.