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 Cameroon and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kayak to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Raincoats,
Royal Trux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oblivians,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Basic Channel,
Robert Hood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Susan Cadogan,
Technova,
Absolute Body Control,
Y Pants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Arthur Verocai,
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Trumans Water,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ponytail,
Massinfluence,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tres Demented,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
PIL,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rapeman,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke,
Fear,
Chris Corsano,
Can,
Livin' Joy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
One Last Wish,
The Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
The Star Department,
Moss Icon,
Second Layer,
The Blackbyrds,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rakim,
Chrome,
Symarip,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.