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 Cameroon and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Standells to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
The Invisible,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sandy B,
The Stooges,
Circle Jerks,
Skarface,
Radiohead,
Derrick May,
Anthony Braxton,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players,
Todd Rundgren,
ABC,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erasure,
Easy Going,
The Saints,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
Aloha Tigers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Theoretical Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Little Man,
The Star Department,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slackers,
10cc,
MC5,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators,
Infiniti,
Eve St. Jones,
Massinfluence,
Lindisfarne,
The Zeros,
Charles Mingus,
The Moleskins,
Tommy Roe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Prince Buster,
The Move,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Litter,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.