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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Trumans Water to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
The Evens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q65,
Scratch Acid,
Sam Rivers,
Magma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masters at Work,
Barrington Levy,
Radiohead,
Dark Day,
The Barracudas,
Monolake,
Niagra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Foxx,
Organ,
Dual Sessions,
Vainqueur,
Japan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Sneak,
Panda Bear,
Lindisfarne,
Accadde A,
Bobby Sherman,
E-Dancer,
Lungfish,
R.M.O.,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Byrd,
Scientists,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sällskapet,
Moss Icon,
The United States of America,
Gong,
Ten City,
The Golliwogs,
The Blues Magoos,
Rapeman,
Symarip,
Dawn Penn,
Donny Hathaway,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.