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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Todd Terry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Sonic Youth,
Agent Orange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blackbyrds,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang of Four,
Fatback Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless,
Ponytail,
The Buckinghams,
Crime,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
Zapp,
Brass Construction,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yellowson,
Cluster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sex Pistols,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alice Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
New York Dolls,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
Saccharine Trust,
The Offenders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra,
Wally Richardson,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sound Behaviour,
Bauhaus,
June Days,
Smog,
Avey Tare,
Eden Ahbez,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Livin' Joy,
Subhumans,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lungfish,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.