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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cheater Slicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army,
Unrelated Segments,
Agent Orange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nico,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
Malaria!,
Niagra,
Ten City,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
OOIOO,
Maleditus Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Aswad,
Trumans Water,
Bad Manners,
The Toasters,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiohead,
Crime,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glambeats Corp.,
June Days,
Erasure,
Faraquet,
Ituana,
Procol Harum,
Minor Threat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur,
Von Mondo,
Derrick May,
Rufus Thomas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rod Modell,
Desert Stars,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monks,
The Searchers,
Television,
Prince Buster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aloha Tigers,
The Human League,
Simply Red,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.