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 Kenya and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
B.T. Express,
Steve Hackett,
The Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Dark Day,
The Pop Group,
Sight & Sound,
Nirvana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minutemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
H. Thieme,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
Bad Manners,
Sparks,
The Fortunes,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
Pole,
Ultra Naté,
The Flesh Eaters,
Das Ding,
The Mummies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
FM Einheit,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Bananas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Morten Harket,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
The New Christs,
Bang On A Can,
Shuggie Otis,
The Count Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blossom Toes,
Banda Bassotti,
Livin' Joy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minny Pops,
The Birthday Party,
Qualms,
Hardrive,
Heaven 17,
UT,
June Days,
Schoolly D,
The Busters,
Pantaleimon,
Josef K,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.