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 Ireland and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 World's Most to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T.S.O.L.,
Deepchord,
Excepter,
Y Pants,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Litter,
Joe Finger,
New York Dolls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Darondo,
Erykah Badu,
The Velvet Underground,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minutemen,
Kayak,
Neu!,
Depeche Mode,
48th St. Collective,
Model 500,
Silicon Teens,
The Remains,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
KRS-One,
Nico,
Kas Product,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stereo Dub,
Television,
DJ Sneak,
In Retrospect,
DNA,
Inner City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
Lungfish,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.