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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
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 theremin 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW,
Aural Exciters,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
Sex Pistols,
Simply Red,
Crime,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gladiators,
Godley & Creme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cameo,
The Standells,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Motorama,
Todd Rundgren,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Inner City,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
The Pretty Things,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers,
The Five Americans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Green,
Theoretical Girls,
Tears for Fears,
MC5,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
The Sonics,
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots,
Hashim,
Dual Sessions,
Intrusion,
Brand Nubian,
Terry Callier,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.