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 Germany and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Zeros,
Sällskapet,
Absolute Body Control,
Icehouse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
Easy Going,
Davy DMX,
Soft Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Con Funk Shun,
Urselle,
Howard Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Holt,
Motorama,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
Pylon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terry Callier,
The Selecter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Das Ding,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül,
Flipper,
Suburban Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Mills,
Alton Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Rundgren,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pop Group,
Symarip,
Ice-T,
The Kinks,
cv313,
Darondo,
John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
Wolf Eyes,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.