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 Latvia and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bob Dylan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Parry Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
The Slackers,
Magma,
The Doors,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Warren Ellis,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Outsiders,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Move,
Malaria!,
Interpol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minny Pops,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
Isaac Hayes,
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Arthur Verocai,
Lungfish,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
Flipper,
Chris & Cosey,
The Toasters,
The Cure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Los Fastidios,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magazine,
The Black Dice,
Nas,
Masters at Work,
Rufus Thomas,
This Heat,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Technova,
Wire,
the Human League,
The Barracudas,
Kerri Chandler,
Rapeman,
Alton Ellis,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.