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 Guyana and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Dark Day to the punk 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
U.S. Maple,
Al Stewart,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lower 48,
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
Bill Wells,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
Erasure,
Deepchord,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Average White Band,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aloha Tigers,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sandy B,
ABBA,
Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Terrestrial Tones,
Icehouse,
Morten Harket,
Eden Ahbez,
Arab on Radar,
the Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Das Ding,
Eurythmics,
Barry Ungar,
Bang On A Can,
The Young Rascals,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Skatalites,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Sneak,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Howard Jones,
Moby Grape,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Terry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.