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 Slovakia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sixth Finger to the grime 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Doors,
Symarip,
Fear,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
Eden Ahbez,
Tommy Roe,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultra Naté,
D'Angelo,
Malaria!,
The Cramps,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
Motorama,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic,
Ohio Players,
R.M.O.,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Copeland,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Index,
The Angels of Light,
Slick Rick,
Section 25,
Ice-T,
The Smiths,
Sam Rivers,
The Standells,
T. Rex,
10cc,
The Stooges,
The Cure,
Liliput,
The Leaves,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
Flipper,
Echospace,
New Order,
Scientists,
Animal Collective,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.