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 Armenia and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jimmy McGriff to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Kinks,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blossom Toes,
Eden Ahbez,
Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
The Martian,
Spoonie Gee,
Brand Nubian,
Kevin Saunderson,
UT,
Supertramp,
Thee Headcoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Graham Central Station,
the Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
Excepter,
The Index,
Cameo,
Livin' Joy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick May,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Animal Collective,
Connie Case,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cymande,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Womack,
Sixth Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
The Fortunes,
Technova,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Style,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hardrive,
JFA,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.