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 Switzerland and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bauhaus to the rap 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
The Smiths,
The Count Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
X-102,
The Saints,
Sandy B,
Harmonia,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
The Angels of Light,
The Move,
The Cure,
Lungfish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shoche,
Lindisfarne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Halsall,
Ornette Coleman,
Dual Sessions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terry Callier,
The Selecter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dawn Penn,
R.M.O.,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
Black Sheep,
Davy DMX,
Massinfluence,
Amazonics,
48th St. Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Babytalk,
the Sonics,
Monolake,
Young Marble Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mr. Review,
Basic Channel,
JFA,
Black Flag,
Blancmange,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.