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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 EPMD to the dance 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
La Düsseldorf,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young,
Rakim,
Nico,
The Real Kids,
New Age Steppers,
The Saints,
Minny Pops,
Piero Umiliani,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MDC,
X-102,
the Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Duran Duran,
Skarface,
Scan 7,
Oneida,
Essential Logic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Starr,
Kayak,
Mr. Review,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Newcleus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Busters,
Zapp,
The Names,
Buzzcocks,
Gichy Dan,
Tommy Roe,
Cameo,
B.T. Express,
Al Stewart,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gong,
Nils Olav,
the Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
New York Dolls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monolake,
Deakin,
T.S.O.L.,
Suburban Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.