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 Tanzania and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sound 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Half Japanese,
Khruangbin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slackers,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
Carl Craig,
Excepter,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gong,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q65,
Rotary Connection,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
Hoover,
Eve St. Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agitation Free,
Quantec,
U.S. Maple,
Fat Boys,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party,
Monks,
John Foxx,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Howard Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Monolake,
Black Pus,
Barrington Levy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.