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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grime 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans,
Nick Fraelich,
Duran Duran,
Tears for Fears,
Byron Stingily,
Ultravox,
Tommy Roe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
Fad Gadget,
Reagan Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Thee Headcoats,
Camberwell Now,
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett,
Ludus,
Porter Ricks,
Kurtis Blow,
Hashim,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Real Kids,
Funkadelic,
Graham Central Station,
The Smiths,
Tres Demented,
The Moody Blues,
Agitation Free,
Joe Finger,
Pantytec,
Unrelated Segments,
Camouflage,
Pere Ubu,
Tom Boy,
The Martian,
The Dirtbombs,
Quando Quango,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dead C,
Yellowson,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
Model 500,
The Slits,
The Saints,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
FM Einheit,
EPMD,
The Vogues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül,
the Association,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.