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 Cambodia 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rap 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Kayak,
Hashim,
Wire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
Oneida,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Newcleus,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
Buzzcocks,
June Days,
Slick Rick,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wings,
Al Stewart,
Cameo,
Bluetip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lower 48,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Von Mondo,
Pierre Henry,
Delta 5,
The Buckinghams,
The Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Arthur Verocai,
Reuben Wilson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Connie Case,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick Morgan,
Simply Red,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nik Kershaw,
Barry Ungar,
Nas,
Average White Band,
Mars,
Tom Boy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Near,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.