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 Yemen and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moleskins,
Josef K,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
Radiopuhelimet,
La Düsseldorf,
Niagra,
David McCallum,
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt,
Bob Dylan,
Circle Jerks,
OOIOO,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
Youth Brigade,
Easy Going,
Sister Nancy,
Brand Nubian,
The Modern Lovers,
Panda Bear,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
Carl Craig,
Black Bananas,
Tears for Fears,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ice-T,
10cc,
John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Goldenarms,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dawn Penn,
The Fortunes,
Tom Boy,
Silicon Teens,
Marmalade,
Von Mondo,
The Skatalites,
Harmonia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
World's Most,
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.