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 Costa Rica 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Flamin' Groovies to the funk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echospace,
The Raincoats,
10cc,
The American Breed,
Deadbeat,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
Funkadelic,
The Kinks,
Angry Samoans,
China Crisis,
The Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slackers,
Pole,
Silicon Teens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy Collins,
OOIOO,
Max Romeo,
The Barracudas,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Style,
Agitation Free,
Eric Copeland,
Eli Mardock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brick,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June of 44,
Monolake,
Franke,
La Düsseldorf,
Porter Ricks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Subhumans,
R.M.O.,
the Normal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.