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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 The Walker Brothers to the jazz 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
Chrome,
Royal Trux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
Anakelly,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set,
Quando Quango,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
Nico,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Depeche Mode,
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
The Real Kids,
EPMD,
The Divine Comedy,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Wells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rosa Yemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
KRS-One,
Robert Wyatt,
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu,
ABC,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mummies,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heaven 17,
The Happenings,
Amazonics,
D'Angelo,
Sight & Sound,
Maurizio,
Talk Talk,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
The Skatalites,
Kas Product,
Liliput,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.