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 Swaziland and from Philadelphia.
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 Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris Corsano 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
Aaron Thompson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Moon,
The Evens,
Kenny Larkin,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
Mantronix,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris & Cosey,
Nas,
the Normal,
Japan,
Sarah Menescal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cowsills,
In Retrospect,
Ossler,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Wells,
Warsaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida,
The Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Khruangbin,
Alphaville,
Dual Sessions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fugs,
Blancmange,
Jacques Brel,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
The Gladiators,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fall,
Rakim,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.