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 Iceland and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Juan Atkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Nas,
Heaven 17,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Jawbox,
Reagan Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Rotary Connection,
MC5,
The Black Dice,
Eric B and Rakim,
Parry Music,
Nirvana,
Colin Newman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter and Kerry,
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp,
Marine Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Pus,
Terry Callier,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
Derrick Morgan,
Eddi Front,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum,
Warsaw,
Inner City,
The Offenders,
The Fugs,
Ohio Players,
Circle Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
48th St. Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Godley & Creme,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minutemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bob Dylan,
Danielle Patucci,
Stereo Dub,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flipper,
Tom Boy,
Television,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.