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 Jordan and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donny Hathaway 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cymande,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Certain Ratio,
DNA,
Minny Pops,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Velvet Underground,
Donny Hathaway,
Davy DMX,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
10cc,
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo,
New Order,
Aural Exciters,
Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Interpol,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
Sam Rivers,
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bush Tetras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiohead,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Sun City Girls,
Wire,
The Cramps,
Cecil Taylor,
The Last Poets,
Roxette,
Charles Mingus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Howard Jones,
Dead Boys,
June of 44,
Roger Hodgson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
June Days,
Audionom,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yellowson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Alton Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.