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 Barbados and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Kerri Chandler to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Minny Pops,
Nirvana,
Half Japanese,
John Lydon,
Yellowson,
The Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Infiniti,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Davy DMX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Halsall,
Eddi Front,
Symarip,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Au Pairs,
Patti Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxy Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Surgeon,
Sam Rivers,
Vladislav Delay,
Don Cherry,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Deepchord,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
Shoche,
Ronan,
The Standells,
The Velvet Underground,
D'Angelo,
The Stooges,
Josef K,
The Cowsills,
Jawbox,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League,
Marc Almond,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.