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 Senegal and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric B and Rakim to the techno 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
David Bowie,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
LL Cool J,
Deepchord,
Minny Pops,
China Crisis,
Lalann,
The Gories,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Q65,
Interpol,
DNA,
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick May,
Black Bananas,
Juan Atkins,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fuzztones,
Arcadia,
Bang On A Can,
The Velvet Underground,
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
Los Fastidios,
Gong,
Thompson Twins,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
The Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
F. McDonald,
The Selecter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scratch Acid,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
Robert Hood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Malaria!,
The Toasters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minnie Riperton,
Swans,
Little Man,
Mo-Dettes,
Main Source,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.