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 Kazakhstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
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 sitar 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 Sight & Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The United States of America,
Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
Boogie Down Productions,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nas,
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily,
The Knickerbockers,
Sarah Menescal,
Absolute Body Control,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacques Brel,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Holt,
Lindisfarne,
Michelle Simonal,
The Leaves,
Fluxion,
The Fall,
Rosa Yemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Goldenarms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monochrome Set,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Panda Bear,
Radiohead,
The Alarm Clocks,
MDC,
Buzzcocks,
The Mojo Men,
Fela Kuti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
Crooked Eye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fortunes,
Metal Thangz,
Silicon Teens,
Tubeway Army,
The Modern Lovers,
the Germs,
The Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Sister Nancy,
John Foxx,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.