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 Pakistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Intrusion to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Byron Stingily,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Audionom,
Ponytail,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aural Exciters,
Smog,
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
Althea and Donna,
The Grass Roots,
Quando Quango,
Oneida,
Newcleus,
Sparks,
Todd Terry,
Ornette Coleman,
Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Tres Demented,
Gabor Szabo,
Fluxion,
Laurel Aitken,
Section 25,
Interpol,
Ralphi Rosario,
OOIOO,
PIL,
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
48th St. Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Mission of Burma,
Minor Threat,
Skarface,
Black Bananas,
DJ Sneak,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
Soulsonic Force,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
The Dead C,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Michelle Simonal,
Rufus Thomas,
Buzzcocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
Youth Brigade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.