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 Sweden and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Monochrome Set to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks,
Lower 48,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Malaria!,
Barbara Tucker,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Beau Brummels,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
Yellowson,
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
The Saints,
Harmonia,
Blossom Toes,
The Names,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
Ponytail,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June of 44,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantytec,
Lee Hazlewood,
New York Dolls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Severed Heads,
Main Source,
Kurtis Blow,
Heaven 17,
the Swans,
Reagan Youth,
The Gories,
Laurel Aitken,
LL Cool J,
Brass Construction,
The Misunderstood,
The Sound,
Popol Vuh,
The Grass Roots,
Toni Rubio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arthur Verocai,
Suburban Knight,
Black Pus,
Q and Not U,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronnie Foster,
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Rekid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Smog,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.