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 Cuba and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Wyatt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Hood,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters,
E-Dancer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Los Fastidios,
Public Enemy,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
Andrew Hill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover,
Silicon Teens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mission of Burma,
Popol Vuh,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
Scion,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
cv313,
The Fortunes,
Radio Birdman,
Howard Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Fatback Band,
Make Up,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masters at Work,
Pierre Henry,
Audionom,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Wings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June Days,
The Selecter,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jawbox,
Tim Buckley,
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.