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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Mo-Dettes to the techno 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Fugazi,
The Zeros,
Ultravox,
Underground Resistance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Skaos,
Bauhaus,
Idris Muhammad,
Crime,
Outsiders,
U.S. Maple,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
The Residents,
Sun Ra,
Scion,
The Beau Brummels,
Sparks,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy Collins,
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O.,
The Stooges,
The United States of America,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mr. Review,
James White and The Blacks,
Schoolly D,
Masters at Work,
Robert Görl,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
One Last Wish,
Aaron Thompson,
The Wake,
Shuggie Otis,
Gichy Dan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Wells,
Eli Mardock,
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scrapy,
Bronski Beat,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul II Soul,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Loose Ends,
Joe Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.