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 Brazil and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Durutti Column,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Motorama,
Unwound,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Angry Samoans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Gong,
Bronski Beat,
Mr. Review,
Rotary Connection,
Juan Atkins,
Main Source,
New Order,
Make Up,
The Selecter,
Eurythmics,
Harmonia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echospace,
KRS-One,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ludus,
The Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed,
the Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sarah Menescal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mars,
Animal Collective,
Bluetip,
Iggy Pop,
Hot Snakes,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Bourne,
The Tremeloes,
Monolake,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
Depeche Mode,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.