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 Kosovo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 Groovy Waters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
Wings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pop Group,
EPMD,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Misunderstood,
The Standells,
Ituana,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic,
Fela Kuti,
The Pretty Things,
Porter Ricks,
Archie Shepp,
Surgeon,
Sandy B,
FM Einheit,
U.S. Maple,
Royal Trux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nas,
The Trojans,
Dual Sessions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sugar Minott,
The Remains,
Cluster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Piero Umiliani,
John Coltrane,
a-ha,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Fania All-Stars,
Make Up,
Pantytec,
Henry Cow,
Anakelly,
Brass Construction,
The Real Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Don Cherry,
DJ Sneak,
Ice-T,
Television,
Amon Düül,
Soft Machine,
Procol Harum,
Moby Grape,
Yaz,
Excepter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.