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 New Zealand and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
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 theremin 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 Clear Light to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Wally Richardson,
David McCallum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
JFA,
Eve St. Jones,
Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Juan Atkins,
Pierre Henry,
The Beau Brummels,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
Model 500,
Loose Ends,
Negative Approach,
Half Japanese,
Max Romeo,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Peter and Kerry,
ABC,
Althea and Donna,
Minutemen,
The Gun Club,
Lou Christie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Interpol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
Nas,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Selecter,
Wings,
Yellowson,
The Gap Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joey Negro,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brick,
Soft Machine,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.