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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Image Ltd. to the disco 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Desert Stars,
Franke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
The Toasters,
Grauzone,
Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Offenders,
Sarah Menescal,
Model 500,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
Eric Copeland,
Country Teasers,
Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Blossom Toes,
Nik Kershaw,
Q and Not U,
The Trojans,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dead C,
X-Ray Spex,
Mars,
Davy DMX,
Tubeway Army,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Mills,
Aloha Tigers,
Television,
L. Decosne,
Lyres,
Bobbi Humphrey,
World's Most,
Don Cherry,
Joensuu 1685,
Yusef Lateef,
Blancmange,
Sonic Youth,
Parry Music,
DJ Sneak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donald Byrd,
Brick,
Lindisfarne,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.