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 Czech Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gong to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Zapp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gong,
DJ Sneak,
Television Personalities,
the Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slits,
MC5,
Davy DMX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Count Five,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
The Cramps,
Main Source,
Cybotron,
John Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Parrish,
Scan 7,
Girls At Our Best!,
Basic Channel,
The Toasters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sparks,
Todd Rundgren,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
The Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Clear Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Thee Headcoats,
Visage,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ossler,
The Residents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Magazine,
Crooked Eye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.