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 Singapore and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter and Kerry to the dance 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Bob Dylan,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cluster,
a-ha,
The Names,
China Crisis,
Slick Rick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monolake,
Mr. Review,
Rekid,
The Wake,
Bobby Byrd,
Second Layer,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column,
Motorama,
The United States of America,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Panda Bear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suburban Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
Sandy B,
X-Ray Spex,
Tom Boy,
Technova,
Ludus,
Audionom,
Barry Ungar,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yazoo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nils Olav,
Prince Buster,
Jawbox,
Charles Mingus,
Fugazi,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare,
Al Stewart,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Order,
Hardrive,
One Last Wish,
Lucky Dragons,
Wire,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.