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 Colombia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
ABC,
Black Bananas,
Nico,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed,
Gang Green,
John Foxx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arcadia,
Lyres,
Con Funk Shun,
Camberwell Now,
Deadbeat,
Masters at Work,
Ponytail,
Gregory Isaacs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brass Construction,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
Zero Boys,
UT,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Gichy Dan,
David McCallum,
The Happenings,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul II Soul,
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Swans,
Parry Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
The New Christs,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Lynne,
Rakim,
David Bowie,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scientists,
Hashim,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker,
Fela Kuti,
the Bar-Kays,
the Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Zapp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.