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 Macedonia 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grunge 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Sherman,
The Busters,
Jacques Brel,
Rekid,
Little Man,
John Foxx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed,
Average White Band,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
Ponytail,
Harry Pussy,
Prince Buster,
Fear,
Deadbeat,
MDC,
The Angels of Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Schoolly D,
Mo-Dettes,
Ohio Players,
Thee Headcoats,
Warren Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
Fluxion,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Bourne,
Cecil Taylor,
The Techniques,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Jerry's Kids,
Vainqueur,
Alphaville,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
Joyce Sims,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.