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 Grenada and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Half Japanese to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
CMW,
Oneida,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
The Smiths,
Lungfish,
Moby Grape,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
Marvin Gaye,
The Stooges,
the Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
a-ha,
Fatback Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Rundgren,
Bronski Beat,
Radio Birdman,
Organ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Michelle Simonal,
Isaac Hayes,
Camberwell Now,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Dolphy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Yellowson,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
Main Source,
Can,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
Darondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
Chrome,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.