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 Singapore and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 K-Klass to the disco 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Suicide,
Gang Starr,
Supertramp,
Main Source,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Little Man,
Lou Reed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Brick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Newcleus,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
Hoover,
Crime,
FM Einheit,
Groovy Waters,
Wings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiohead,
Simply Red,
Camouflage,
Davy DMX,
Gang of Four,
Kerri Chandler,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
Aaron Thompson,
Slick Rick,
LL Cool J,
Aloha Tigers,
Circle Jerks,
Monolake,
the Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Roger Hodgson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siglo XX,
Livin' Joy,
Cecil Taylor,
Motorama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nas,
Fear,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Royal Trux,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.