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 Russia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New York Dolls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Womack,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxette,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultra Naté,
Maurizio,
Gang Starr,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harmonia,
The Shadows of Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sound,
DNA,
Popol Vuh,
Saccharine Trust,
the Normal,
Suburban Knight,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
Yaz,
Warren Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Jacques Brel,
Neu!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heaven 17,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Archie Shepp,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Wells,
Graham Central Station,
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front,
Sun City Girls,
Ossler,
The Doors,
Funky Four + One,
The Slits,
UT,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Sam Rivers,
Basic Channel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Malaria!,
Boredoms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Style,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.