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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ornette Coleman to the punk 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Connie Case,
Harpers Bizarre,
June Days,
Ornette Coleman,
The Last Poets,
the Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Khruangbin,
Black Sheep,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül II,
Sällskapet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Sherman,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fear,
Agitation Free,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dirtbombs,
Suicide,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
Delta 5,
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
The Standells,
Visage,
Dark Day,
The Dead C,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Association,
Gang Green,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Little Man,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monolake,
Oneida,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
Bobby Womack,
Soul II Soul,
Supertramp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.