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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the punk 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Wally Richardson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blues Magoos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Chrome,
Motorama,
Delta 5,
Lucky Dragons,
Absolute Body Control,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ohio Players,
Wasted Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Gichy Dan,
Kerri Chandler,
The Neon Judgement,
Wolf Eyes,
Brick,
Model 500,
Skriet,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mojo Men,
Ultra Naté,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
KRS-One,
R.M.O.,
Stereo Dub,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Move,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lungfish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The Searchers,
Sixth Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Moss Icon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
Guru Guru,
Blancmange,
The Selecter,
Scion,
T.S.O.L.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.