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 Honduras and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Camouflage to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Pantaleimon,
Danielle Patucci,
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
Fear,
The Buckinghams,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blossom Toes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sixth Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aloha Tigers,
The Busters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camberwell Now,
Accadde A,
Crime,
Warsaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
D'Angelo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter & Gordon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Prince Buster,
DNA,
Lou Reed,
Minor Threat,
Hardrive,
Nik Kershaw,
Tim Buckley,
Cecil Taylor,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Wells,
The Offenders,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doors,
Lindisfarne,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Rufus Thomas,
Idris Muhammad,
Amazonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
Andrew Hill,
Jawbox,
Kayak,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.