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 Bahamas and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 John Holt to the funk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mantronix,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joey Negro,
Angry Samoans,
Scan 7,
Monks,
Whodini,
The Stooges,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gap Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
EPMD,
ABC,
Sex Pistols,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
The Saints,
Nick Fraelich,
The Red Krayola,
Nas,
Dennis Brown,
Ponytail,
Josef K,
Shoche,
Drexciya,
The Smoke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nirvana,
Neil Young,
Skriet,
Letta Mbulu,
the Bar-Kays,
Wire,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Halsall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Ituana,
Ten City,
Liliput,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed,
Sonic Youth,
The Happenings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
X-102,
The Fuzztones,
Patti Smith,
Harmonia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.