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 Uruguay and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Boredoms to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wings,
Gang Starr,
The Velvet Underground,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Livin' Joy,
Archie Shepp,
Black Sheep,
Quando Quango,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Bluetip,
Das Ding,
Arab on Radar,
Average White Band,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
Index,
the Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
Al Stewart,
Rod Modell,
Barbara Tucker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
David Bowie,
Duran Duran,
John Foxx,
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Faraquet,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
U.S. Maple,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mr. Review,
Niagra,
Can,
DNA,
Hot Snakes,
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Supertramp,
The Techniques,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.