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 Iran and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deepchord to the jazz 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doors,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ossler,
Rotary Connection,
Graham Central Station,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
10cc,
Slave,
Niagra,
Sparks,
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Franke,
Godley & Creme,
The Smiths,
ABC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Christie,
Vladislav Delay,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
Tom Boy,
Rosa Yemen,
Patti Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eli Mardock,
Boredoms,
John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Jandek,
CMW,
Procol Harum,
The Barracudas,
The Busters,
Gang of Four,
Japan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sound,
Duran Duran,
Bauhaus,
the Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Severed Heads,
Roxette,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.