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 Sri Lanka and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Kayak to the disco 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Jawbox,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Martian,
The Young Rascals,
KRS-One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barbara Tucker,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
Zapp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dawn Penn,
Neu!,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Fraelich,
LL Cool J,
Eurythmics,
Slave,
Excepter,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fortunes,
Television,
Flipper,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Modern Lovers,
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Infiniti,
The Durutti Column,
Oneida,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brothers Johnson,
E-Dancer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Absolute Body Control,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
Pylon,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.