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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Bobby Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grey Daturas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxette,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sound,
The Happenings,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jawbox,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aural Exciters,
Echospace,
Joy Division,
Clear Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
The Red Krayola,
Hoover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faust,
Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Derrick May,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doors,
Qualms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Görl,
Main Source,
Sister Nancy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slick Rick,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.