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 Guatemala and from Milan.
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 Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeff Mills to the grunge 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
Pagans,
Visage,
The Mummies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heaven 17,
The Searchers,
Ossler,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swell Maps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arab on Radar,
Maurizio,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moss Icon,
The Raincoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Depeche Mode,
Faraquet,
Dual Sessions,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Image Ltd.,
K-Klass,
Yellowson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gun Club,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Velvet Underground,
Scientists,
The Fugs,
Mr. Review,
Blancmange,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Green,
the Germs,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
Warsaw,
Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yaz,
Saccharine Trust,
Reuben Wilson,
Smog,
Hoover,
Oneida,
F. McDonald,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.