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 Malawi and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Inner City to the disco 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yaz,
Guru Guru,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Almond,
AZ,
Bronski Beat,
D'Angelo,
The Gun Club,
The Neon Judgement,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quadrant,
Underground Resistance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scientists,
DNA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Womack,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siglo XX,
The Blackbyrds,
Parry Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Searchers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sonics,
DJ Style,
ABC,
The Cure,
Icehouse,
Fat Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Junior Murvin,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nas,
Young Marble Giants,
Lyres,
Kurtis Blow,
The Happenings,
Eden Ahbez,
Simply Red,
Derrick Morgan,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
Pussy Galore,
Jandek,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.