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 Israel and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Idris Muhammad to the grunge 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Funkadelic,
The Evens,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ice-T,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Accadde A,
the Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
Porter Ricks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dead C,
Camberwell Now,
Judy Mowatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
PIL,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Terry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ossler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marine Girls,
Model 500,
The Selecter,
E-Dancer,
The Mojo Men,
Thee Headcoats,
Boz Scaggs,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Babytalk,
Lungfish,
Joe Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
T. Rex,
Suburban Knight,
Maurizio,
Wings,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Music Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Oneida,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.