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 Maldives and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD 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?
Interpol,
Trumans Water,
Jacques Brel,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
Pierre Henry,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
The Tremeloes,
Country Teasers,
DNA,
Jeff Mills,
Maurizio,
The Litter,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
Sandy B,
Cecil Taylor,
CMW,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
New York Dolls,
Deadbeat,
Tom Boy,
The Selecter,
Eli Mardock,
Tim Buckley,
John Holt,
Bang On A Can,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blues Magoos,
Cymande,
Kerri Chandler,
The Walker Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Yaz,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.