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 Burundi and from New York.
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 Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Mr. Review to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gichy Dan,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
Fugazi,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Womack,
The Wake,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
Dennis Brown,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
the Slits,
This Heat,
Sight & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
Gang of Four,
Wasted Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rod Modell,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lower 48,
World's Most,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flipper,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
H. Thieme,
Cluster,
David Bowie,
Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Arthur Verocai,
Outsiders,
Goldenarms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Silicon Teens,
The Invisible,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Almond,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Simply Red,
Yusef Lateef,
Monolake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blossom Toes,
Tears for Fears,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Half Japanese,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.