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 Malaysia 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Velvet Underground to the techno 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Infiniti,
the Association,
The Stooges,
Bill Near,
John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dead C,
Anakelly,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Motions,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Carl Craig,
Delta 5,
New Order,
Scan 7,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mark Hollis,
Panda Bear,
Banda Bassotti,
The Divine Comedy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bad Manners,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moby Grape,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
Prince Buster,
These Immortal Souls,
Moebius,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry's Kids,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
Suicide,
Leonard Cohen,
Con Funk Shun,
The Names,
Pantytec,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Hill,
F. McDonald,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funky Four + One,
Scrapy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.