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 Gabon and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
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 chamberlin 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 Cluster to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Henry Cow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Porter Ricks,
The Beau Brummels,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Al Stewart,
The Angels of Light,
The Fuzztones,
Danielle Patucci,
Masters at Work,
Infiniti,
The Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Alphaville,
Nas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick May,
X-101,
Lakeside,
Von Mondo,
Royal Trux,
Lucky Dragons,
Maleditus Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
Subhumans,
Motorama,
Gong,
Mad Mike,
Chrome,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Section 25,
Zapp,
Y Pants,
The Misunderstood,
OOIOO,
Patti Smith,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
Donald Byrd,
Yellowson,
John Holt,
Steve Hackett,
X-Ray Spex,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Toni Rubio,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.