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 Philippines and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kurtis Blow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
John Lydon,
Barrington Levy,
Sparks,
The Angels of Light,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare,
Ultravox,
Wally Richardson,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Pus,
Arcadia,
Soul II Soul,
Urselle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kaleidoscope,
kango's stein massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tim Buckley,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Stooges,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonic Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers,
Skarface,
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
Magma,
Deakin,
Moss Icon,
The Red Krayola,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dual Sessions,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sound Behaviour,
Yaz,
Alphaville,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blossom Toes,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Half Japanese,
The Mummies,
Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
June Days,
Eddi Front,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.