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 Albania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kayak,
Yusef Lateef,
The Index,
The Grass Roots,
Swell Maps,
Eurythmics,
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
New York Dolls,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
The Offenders,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
The Associates,
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
Loose Ends,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter & Gordon,
T. Rex,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
Icehouse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Anthony Braxton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxy Music,
Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The New Christs,
June Days,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ossler,
Tommy Roe,
Crash Course in Science,
cv313,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.