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 Guyana and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Quantec,
Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerri Chandler,
Kaleidoscope,
Mission of Burma,
Masters at Work,
Thompson Twins,
Con Funk Shun,
La Düsseldorf,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spoonie Gee,
Hot Snakes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Wally Richardson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
Neil Young,
Monolake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echospace,
The Motions,
Tears for Fears,
The Names,
Chris Corsano,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gap Band,
Fear,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
The Searchers,
Johnny Clarke,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Mills,
The Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Terry,
Joyce Sims,
Unwound,
Prince Buster,
Mantronix,
Adolescents,
Minny Pops,
The Blues Magoos,
The Invisible,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
World's Most,
Minor Threat,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.