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 Uzbekistan and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Siglo XX to the jazz 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Basic Channel,
The Techniques,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
Patti Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers,
Audionom,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
Isaac Hayes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
JFA,
The Young Rascals,
Crispian St. Peters,
The J.B.'s,
L. Decosne,
Jacques Brel,
Reagan Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Flash Fearless,
Model 500,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
Dual Sessions,
The Smoke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drexciya,
Robert Hood,
Black Pus,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Copeland,
the Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Howard Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mantronix,
Television,
Scientists,
Radiohead,
B.T. Express,
Alphaville,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Teasers,
The Fuzztones,
Organ,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.