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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 FM Einheit to the rock 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Malaria!,
The Skatalites,
The Fall,
Mo-Dettes,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cure,
Yazoo,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick Morgan,
Sister Nancy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
Whodini,
Harry Pussy,
The Golliwogs,
Massinfluence,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronan,
Average White Band,
Crime,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fat Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Sound Behaviour,
Minny Pops,
Spandau Ballet,
Visage,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
B.T. Express,
The Standells,
Parry Music,
Warsaw,
The Raincoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Alison Limerick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suicide,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Outsiders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia,
The Blackbyrds,
Spoonie Gee,
F. McDonald,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Wells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare,
Ten City,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.