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 Panama and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 This Heat 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
B.T. Express,
FM Einheit,
Davy DMX,
Kayak,
Quadrant,
Scan 7,
Loose Ends,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delta 5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Motorama,
Half Japanese,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
The Human League,
June of 44,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Darondo,
Charles Mingus,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jandek,
The Knickerbockers,
the Bar-Kays,
Zapp,
Colin Newman,
Pussy Galore,
Cluster,
K-Klass,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scientists,
X-Ray Spex,
Sight & Sound,
Urselle,
Amon Düül,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spoonie Gee,
Cymande,
R.M.O.,
Los Fastidios,
Monolake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Make Up,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faust,
The Skatalites,
Faraquet,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.