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 Armenia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Curtis Mayfield to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama 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?
Mad Mike,
Leonard Cohen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
Robert Hood,
The Stooges,
the Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Lydon,
Faust,
Danielle Patucci,
Rites of Spring,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Connie Case,
Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Davy DMX,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
Q and Not U,
Brick,
Eric Dolphy,
Surgeon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Rundgren,
Prince Buster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reagan Youth,
H. Thieme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erasure,
Pagans,
The Pop Group,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eve St. Jones,
The Barracudas,
Steve Hackett,
Eddi Front,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.