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 Egypt and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pantytec to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Motions,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra,
Average White Band,
Simply Red,
Danielle Patucci,
Model 500,
Maurizio,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
Adolescents,
Unwound,
Dark Day,
Nico,
Scientists,
Sun City Girls,
Lyres,
Scan 7,
the Normal,
A Certain Ratio,
The Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
Harry Pussy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David McCallum,
The Evens,
Outsiders,
Loose Ends,
Barrington Levy,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cameo,
Siglo XX,
The Fortunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spandau Ballet,
LL Cool J,
Procol Harum,
Scion,
Ronnie Foster,
48th St. Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
Camberwell Now,
Slick Rick,
Minutemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Kas Product,
Cecil Taylor,
The J.B.'s,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.