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 Romania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 Judy Mowatt to the grunge 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Ornette Coleman,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter and Kerry,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
Tubeway Army,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joy Division,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Happenings,
Minor Threat,
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
The Smoke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Archie Shepp,
The Neon Judgement,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
Accadde A,
Ohio Players,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Teasers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Negative Approach,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drexciya,
Judy Mowatt,
The Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Fela Kuti,
Godley & Creme,
Delon & Dalcan,
MC5,
Dual Sessions,
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Los Fastidios,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.