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 Cambodia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Eli Mardock to the rock 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Darondo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland,
The Leaves,
Toni Rubio,
Gong,
Absolute Body Control,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Teasers,
Dark Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
CMW,
Newcleus,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doors,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
Todd Rundgren,
Dennis Brown,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mars,
The Moleskins,
Sparks,
Television Personalities,
Minnie Riperton,
Judy Mowatt,
the Swans,
Gang Green,
Stetsasonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Outsiders,
The Move,
Mr. Review,
Iggy Pop,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Evens,
Jacob Miller,
Au Pairs,
The Smoke,
Basic Channel,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
Nas,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cheater Slicks,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.