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 Slovenia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Yazoo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
Ornette Coleman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
Hasil Adkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Ice-T,
Eden Ahbez,
Massinfluence,
David McCallum,
June of 44,
the Slits,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cowsills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Von Mondo,
Animal Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Hood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nils Olav,
Surgeon,
Peter & Gordon,
Hoover,
The Music Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Royal Trux,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
Leonard Cohen,
The Buckinghams,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
Funky Four + One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Rundgren,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spoonie Gee,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gladiators,
Oblivians,
Black Sheep,
Sonic Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
The Techniques,
Index,
John Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.