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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
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 London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Urselle to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Thompson Twins,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swell Maps,
Steve Hackett,
Wolf Eyes,
the Germs,
A Certain Ratio,
Jandek,
Pylon,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Sneak,
The Cramps,
Depeche Mode,
Pantytec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cymande,
Yellowson,
John Cale,
The Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
New York Dolls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxy Music,
Roxette,
New Order,
Alison Limerick,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Slits,
The Saints,
Siglo XX,
Barrington Levy,
Man Eating Sloth,
U.S. Maple,
Angry Samoans,
Cal Tjader,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
The Trojans,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.