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 Grenada and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Rod Modell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wire,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
48th St. Collective,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
The Fall,
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
Boredoms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt,
Joyce Sims,
The Pretty Things,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Carl Craig,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q65,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
Joy Division,
The Knickerbockers,
Pagans,
Organ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
Lou Christie,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
Morten Harket,
Popol Vuh,
Delon & Dalcan,
D'Angelo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Intrusion,
Youth Brigade,
Hasil Adkins,
Ossler,
Quantec,
Rotary Connection,
MC5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.