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 Lebanon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 Fatback Band to the disco 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
48th St. Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Eurythmics,
The Remains,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blues Magoos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pole,
MC5,
X-102,
Harmonia,
Amazonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Womack,
Hashim,
The Smoke,
Symarip,
Joyce Sims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
Cecil Taylor,
The Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Qualms,
World's Most,
Funkadelic,
Nik Kershaw,
Cybotron,
CMW,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yusef Lateef,
Yazoo,
Joey Negro,
Goldenarms,
June Days,
Y Pants,
Godley & Creme,
The Moleskins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.