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 Iran and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Barbara Tucker to the funk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
Pantytec,
Eric Copeland,
Nik Kershaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
The Invisible,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Easy Going,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smoke,
The Happenings,
Rites of Spring,
Little Man,
Sparks,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
The Motions,
Black Moon,
Crash Course in Science,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
Newcleus,
Hashim,
Camberwell Now,
Slick Rick,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Y Pants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arcadia,
Infiniti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Massinfluence,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scrapy,
Slave,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kurtis Blow,
Niagra,
Subhumans,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.