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 Albania and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Davy DMX to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Names,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ken Boothe,
Jacob Miller,
The Golliwogs,
Maurizio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Malaria!,
Darondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
The J.B.'s,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Görl,
Yellowson,
Trumans Water,
Carl Craig,
The Count Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantytec,
Inner City,
Peter and Kerry,
Smog,
cv313,
Anakelly,
Reagan Youth,
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
Crime,
CMW,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delta 5,
Alison Limerick,
FM Einheit,
Alphaville,
Symarip,
Buzzcocks,
The Leaves,
Livin' Joy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
The Fuzztones,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Sneak,
New Order,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Von Mondo,
Oblivians,
Archie Shepp,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills,
The Grass Roots,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.