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 Romania and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thompson Twins,
Jacob Miller,
June of 44,
Bootsy Collins,
Surgeon,
Moebius,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül II,
Laurel Aitken,
The Young Rascals,
Boredoms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
Urselle,
Royal Trux,
The Fall,
Cheater Slicks,
Subhumans,
Gang Green,
AZ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
The Wake,
Clear Light,
The Kinks,
Minny Pops,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Skatalites,
Roxy Music,
Bill Wells,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Intrusion,
Wire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
David Axelrod,
The Smoke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Leonard Cohen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kurtis Blow,
Eurythmics,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
Barrington Levy,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.