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 Madagascar and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Leaves to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nirvana,
Jerry's Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pop Group,
Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
Rekid,
Joe Finger,
The Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
Half Japanese,
Fluxion,
Marvin Gaye,
Pulsallama,
Scan 7,
The Victims,
The Red Krayola,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Eurythmics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Bourne,
Grauzone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
Yusef Lateef,
Rakim,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
Das Ding,
Rufus Thomas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.