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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rap 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blackbyrds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Audionom,
Alice Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sällskapet,
Man Parrish,
10cc,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Tim Buckley,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
Khruangbin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Associates,
Anakelly,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Wells,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
Altered Images,
Fugazi,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nas,
Bluetip,
The Durutti Column,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nico,
Essential Logic,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
Alton Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Country Teasers,
Nils Olav,
Scientists,
Skriet,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
Dual Sessions,
Althea and Donna,
Freddie Wadling,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
Neu!,
Joe Finger,
Icehouse,
The Litter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.