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 Djibouti and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Buckinghams,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Grass Roots,
Yellowson,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siglo XX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crooked Eye,
Section 25,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul II Soul,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faust,
Pagans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Tremeloes,
Althea and Donna,
Pere Ubu,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
X-102,
Main Source,
Lalo Schifrin,
Carl Craig,
The Zeros,
cv313,
Audionom,
The Moody Blues,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel,
Ken Boothe,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smoke,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
David Axelrod,
DNA,
Dawn Penn,
Subhumans,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth,
Cymande,
Reagan Youth,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
Cluster,
Skarface,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.