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 Mauritius and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
Scion,
The Dead C,
The Gap Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suicide,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
The Wake,
Minnie Riperton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiohead,
Gichy Dan,
Don Cherry,
New Order,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
U.S. Maple,
Fear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Fraelich,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Banda Bassotti,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Starr,
Oblivians,
Amazonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick May,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
The Red Krayola,
Maurizio,
The Victims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
The Gories,
Cecil Taylor,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
Audionom,
Arab on Radar,
The Moleskins,
Visage,
Lou Reed,
Lou Christie,
Quando Quango,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.