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 Fiji and from Halifax.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Tom Boy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Cameo,
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers,
Fluxion,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Adolescents,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick May,
Agitation Free,
Prince Buster,
Al Stewart,
Silicon Teens,
Excepter,
the Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echospace,
Fugazi,
Gabor Szabo,
The Invisible,
The Buckinghams,
Joyce Sims,
Delta 5,
Alton Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Qualms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kenny Larkin,
David Bowie,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABBA,
This Heat,
a-ha,
Derrick Morgan,
Audionom,
Pagans,
Thompson Twins,
Interpol,
Byron Stingily,
Khruangbin,
The Grass Roots,
Nas,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crime,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jandek,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cramps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moby Grape,
The Standells,
The Victims,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.