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 Kiribati and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Adolescents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dark Day,
The Move,
ABC,
Clear Light,
Deadbeat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
The Standells,
Sun Ra,
Model 500,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
The Cramps,
Dennis Brown,
Jawbox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rekid,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flash Fearless,
JFA,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Basic Channel,
Silicon Teens,
Tres Demented,
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hardrive,
the Human League,
PIL,
Sun City Girls,
10cc,
The Martian,
Panda Bear,
Audionom,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Green,
Arthur Verocai,
Masters at Work,
Jandek,
Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
New Order,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
Dual Sessions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bronski Beat,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.