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 Paraguay and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Glenn Branca 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Zapp,
Blake Baxter,
The Litter,
Fear,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Leaves,
The Associates,
The Pretty Things,
Boz Scaggs,
The Tremeloes,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-101,
The Fugs,
The Zeros,
Sexual Harrassment,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Easy Going,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sister Nancy,
Radio Birdman,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques,
Marine Girls,
Accadde A,
Toni Rubio,
Mr. Review,
Brothers Johnson,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slick Rick,
Bush Tetras,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
Gong,
Derrick Morgan,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
Oblivians,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scratch Acid,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed,
The Last Poets,
The Move,
Depeche Mode,
Camberwell Now,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sugar Minott,
The Real Kids,
Half Japanese,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.