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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boogie Down Productions to the crunk 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Theoretical Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gong,
Hasil Adkins,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Scan 7,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Rundgren,
Duran Duran,
X-101,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hashim,
Circle Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Robert Hood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q65,
E-Dancer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
Shuggie Otis,
The Associates,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
ABBA,
Second Layer,
The Wake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cecil Taylor,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
The Angels of Light,
Fatback Band,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
Liliput,
The Trojans,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Jacob Miller,
John Cale,
the Association,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Kayak,
Kerri Chandler,
The J.B.'s,
Hot Snakes,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.