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 Marshall Islands and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Johnny Osbourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flash Fearless,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rapeman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dual Sessions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amazonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Al Stewart,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerri Chandler,
The Motions,
Davy DMX,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra,
Thee Headcoats,
Graham Central Station,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Severed Heads,
Blake Baxter,
T. Rex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jawbox,
Urselle,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fear,
The Martian,
Aural Exciters,
Silicon Teens,
Japan,
Marine Girls,
Whodini,
The Names,
The Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Techniques,
Rotary Connection,
Mad Mike,
Robert Görl,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eli Mardock,
The United States of America,
Hoover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacob Miller,
Siglo XX,
John Lydon,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.