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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Buckinghams to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Kaleidoscope,
Au Pairs,
Intrusion,
The Busters,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funky Four + One,
Procol Harum,
Altered Images,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
Spoonie Gee,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Smog,
Judy Mowatt,
John Holt,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tom Boy,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronan,
AZ,
Con Funk Shun,
Arthur Verocai,
The Raincoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
PIL,
The Tremeloes,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
Joe Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Second Layer,
Lakeside,
X-101,
Oblivians,
Bizarre Inc.,
Letta Mbulu,
Charles Mingus,
Oneida,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.