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 Ghana and from London.
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 Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Gabor Szabo 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy Collins,
Minnie Riperton,
Sex Pistols,
Ponytail,
Unrelated Segments,
Pole,
The Count Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erasure,
The Invisible,
Nik Kershaw,
Icehouse,
Camberwell Now,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chrome,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maleditus Sound,
Simply Red,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
Magazine,
Intrusion,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quantec,
Goldenarms,
Blossom Toes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacob Miller,
Bluetip,
Neil Young,
Television,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dennis Brown,
DNA,
Brass Construction,
The Mojo Men,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MDC,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Near,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.