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 Singapore 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Kinks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Camberwell Now,
Absolute Body Control,
U.S. Maple,
Josef K,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Tommy Roe,
Alton Ellis,
The Standells,
The Martian,
Desert Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oneida,
Mo-Dettes,
Suburban Knight,
The American Breed,
Jacques Brel,
Iggy Pop,
Ten City,
The Grass Roots,
Parry Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
Hardrive,
Dead Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Unwound,
Soul II Soul,
Gastr Del Sol,
B.T. Express,
the Human League,
Howard Jones,
Q and Not U,
The Stooges,
Eddi Front,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Clear Light,
Fela Kuti,
The Doors,
Pere Ubu,
Little Man,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Babytalk,
Wire,
David McCallum,
Dual Sessions,
Morten Harket,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Todd Rundgren,
Funkadelic,
Deadbeat,
Schoolly D,
Loose Ends,
Janne Schatter,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.