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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 The Gladiators to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
James White and The Blacks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young,
Dual Sessions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears,
Faraquet,
Rapeman,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players,
Sound Behaviour,
CMW,
Liliput,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Cybotron,
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Copeland,
Michelle Simonal,
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stetsasonic,
The Searchers,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
The Cramps,
Colin Newman,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Moon,
Q65,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The United States of America,
Gabor Szabo,
Pylon,
Heaven 17,
Qualms,
Bluetip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fluxion,
Skarface,
Faust,
The Martian,
Joey Negro,
Gang Starr,
Wings,
Minor Threat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.