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 Solomon Islands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Captain Beefheart 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 June of 44 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Slave,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
Franke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barrington Levy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Bourne,
Average White Band,
Harmonia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
Cluster,
E-Dancer,
Eric B and Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
The Red Krayola,
The Index,
Junior Murvin,
Brothers Johnson,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
The Cure,
Scratch Acid,
The Monks,
The Stooges,
Hoover,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unrelated Segments,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
Rosa Yemen,
The J.B.'s,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti,
Isaac Hayes,
Erykah Badu,
10cc,
Moss Icon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
B.T. Express,
The Saints,
Mad Mike,
The New Christs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.