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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Order to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Q and Not U,
Black Pus,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cure,
Lungfish,
The Selecter,
Symarip,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tim Buckley,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doors,
Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ituana,
Zero Boys,
Todd Terry,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes,
Camouflage,
The Music Machine,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Make Up,
AZ,
Bobby Byrd,
Unwound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
Bronski Beat,
Ohio Players,
Mark Hollis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Niagra,
Kas Product,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
Fugazi,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.