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 Taiwan and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Byron Stingily to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Star Department,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
Malaria!,
The Monochrome Set,
Mad Mike,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smoke,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Infiniti,
The Tremeloes,
Fluxion,
The Busters,
Television,
Interpol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
Reuben Wilson,
The Trojans,
The New Christs,
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
FM Einheit,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slave,
Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Bluetip,
Lyres,
The Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Subhumans,
Talk Talk,
Joe Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
Parry Music,
Bang On A Can,
PIL,
Newcleus,
Ronan,
La Düsseldorf,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.