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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Nick Fraelich to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
John Lydon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Victims,
Altered Images,
Piero Umiliani,
Essential Logic,
Hardrive,
Masters at Work,
Eurythmics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kurtis Blow,
The Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brick,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aswad,
Man Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harmonia,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mars,
Fear,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
Eli Mardock,
Ossler,
Funky Four + One,
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Guru Guru,
The Neon Judgement,
Hashim,
The Five Americans,
Howard Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Danielle Patucci,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker,
The Real Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
Easy Going,
Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moleskins,
The Dirtbombs,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.