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 Madagascar and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonic Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Rekid,
Fad Gadget,
The Pop Group,
The Mummies,
Accadde A,
Moebius,
Bobby Womack,
Drexciya,
The Gap Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Evens,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joey Negro,
Angry Samoans,
Black Sheep,
Ludus,
Yellowson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Bourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Copeland,
Mantronix,
Scion,
Bad Manners,
Joe Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
The Neon Judgement,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Lynne,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalann,
Sight & Sound,
The Gories,
Half Japanese,
Derrick Morgan,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül II,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fall,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Section 25,
Babytalk,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
Minutemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.