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 Israel 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Real Kids,
Maurizio,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots,
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
Interpol,
Motorama,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
John Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fugazi,
Von Mondo,
Babytalk,
Henry Cow,
John Holt,
MDC,
Connie Case,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris Corsano,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
Mars,
The Litter,
Godley & Creme,
Archie Shepp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anakelly,
Quantec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Toni Rubio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
B.T. Express,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
the Association,
Iggy Pop,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.