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 Chad and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Mad Mike 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Mandrill,
Roxy Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiohead,
Scientists,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
Scan 7,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
The Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté,
Wings,
Lungfish,
The Offenders,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DNA,
Hoover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Juan Atkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
Don Cherry,
Deakin,
Moebius,
the Normal,
Ohio Players,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pagans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wire,
The Evens,
The Gun Club,
Girls At Our Best!,
Guru Guru,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Mills,
Wally Richardson,
Intrusion,
ABC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yazoo,
EPMD,
Motorama,
Q65,
Cymande,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.