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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
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 theremin 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 Kevin Saunderson 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Red Krayola,
Josef K,
Swans,
a-ha,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
R.M.O.,
Urselle,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Finger,
Oblivians,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Flag,
Stetsasonic,
Pulsallama,
Grauzone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Arab on Radar,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Christie,
Au Pairs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Hill,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
Cameo,
The Cowsills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rakim,
Neil Young,
Aloha Tigers,
Barbara Tucker,
Toni Rubio,
The Birthday Party,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warsaw,
Lower 48,
Bang On A Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Mills,
Make Up,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
Tubeway Army,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
Delta 5,
June Days,
Janne Schatter,
Quadrant,
Moby Grape,
Blancmange,
Intrusion,
Ossler,
Rapeman,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.