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 Botswana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 The Slackers to the dance 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Trojans,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
Bang On A Can,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
Davy DMX,
The Five Americans,
Icehouse,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
Prince Buster,
Lindisfarne,
Yusef Lateef,
Moebius,
The Associates,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ice-T,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Japan,
Procol Harum,
Thompson Twins,
James White and The Blacks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Normal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Negative Approach,
Alphaville,
10cc,
Lightning Bolt,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scan 7,
Deepchord,
Young Marble Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Main Source,
D'Angelo,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Excepter,
Yaz,
Steve Hackett,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hardrive,
Swell Maps,
This Heat,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.