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 Tajikistan and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Trumans Water to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
H. Thieme,
L. Decosne,
Desert Stars,
Agent Orange,
Grey Daturas,
Franke,
Sex Pistols,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
K-Klass,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
the Normal,
Carl Craig,
Scientists,
Leonard Cohen,
Barrington Levy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Idris Muhammad,
T. Rex,
Harmonia,
Liliput,
Godley & Creme,
E-Dancer,
Laurel Aitken,
Vainqueur,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
Spandau Ballet,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Yellowson,
The Index,
Sandy B,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nas,
The Gun Club,
Excepter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Angels of Light,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
Inner City,
Nico,
Aswad,
Suicide,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.