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 Libya and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Patti Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Funky Four + One,
The Victims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed,
Thompson Twins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nils Olav,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Y Pants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Starr,
Fugazi,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hasil Adkins,
Donald Byrd,
Jawbox,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Easy Going,
Marine Girls,
Chrome,
Fela Kuti,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amazonics,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Symarip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television,
The Happenings,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Outsiders,
Byron Stingily,
Maleditus Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yaz,
Parry Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Second Layer,
Model 500,
Joey Negro,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Saints,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barrington Levy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agitation Free,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.