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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 The Five Americans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Icehouse,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thompson Twins,
X-101,
Television,
Porter Ricks,
The Fall,
David Bowie,
Ultra Naté,
Althea and Donna,
Khruangbin,
Graham Central Station,
The Mojo Men,
K-Klass,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young,
Suburban Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective,
Mantronix,
Idris Muhammad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cramps,
Terry Callier,
Blake Baxter,
The Cure,
Neu!,
Interpol,
The Litter,
Nas,
The Smiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Wake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
Glenn Branca,
Morten Harket,
Shoche,
the Normal,
This Heat,
Barry Ungar,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.