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 Israel and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Christie to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Normal,
Spandau Ballet,
B.T. Express,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lyres,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Enemy,
The Grass Roots,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers,
The Young Rascals,
Average White Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angry Samoans,
The Dead C,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
X-Ray Spex,
Zapp,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Angels of Light,
Ossler,
the Association,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
Tommy Roe,
the Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
The New Christs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MC5,
Alphaville,
Metal Thangz,
the Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed,
H. Thieme,
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.