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 Guyana and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Divine Comedy,
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marine Girls,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed,
Siglo XX,
The Pop Group,
Minnie Riperton,
Au Pairs,
John Foxx,
Little Man,
Surgeon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sex Pistols,
Kurtis Blow,
Liliput,
Radiohead,
Letta Mbulu,
PIL,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scientists,
Michelle Simonal,
The Happenings,
Eddi Front,
Davy DMX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonic Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eve St. Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Swell Maps,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
The Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott Heron,
R.M.O.,
Eric Copeland,
The Residents,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
Severed Heads,
Popol Vuh,
Negative Approach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Toni Rubio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.