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 Zimbabwe and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Last Poets to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Royal Trux,
Essential Logic,
Masters at Work,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
Maleditus Sound,
Pole,
The Dead C,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Kaleidoscope,
Crash Course in Science,
U.S. Maple,
David McCallum,
The New Christs,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
The Martian,
Outsiders,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel,
Gang of Four,
Aaron Thompson,
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Interpol,
Dual Sessions,
The Trojans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Grey Daturas,
the Bar-Kays,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Human League,
Dave Gahan,
The Fugs,
Sun City Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Funkadelic,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Wolf Eyes,
Fear,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Y Pants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scan 7,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.