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 Cyprus and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eddi Front to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
R.M.O.,
Boz Scaggs,
Television Personalities,
The Happenings,
Rotary Connection,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantytec,
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cowsills,
The J.B.'s,
Laurel Aitken,
Pere Ubu,
Ohio Players,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
A Certain Ratio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang of Four,
The Fuzztones,
Fugazi,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
Dark Day,
Davy DMX,
EPMD,
Lyres,
Second Layer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
OOIOO,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.