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 Grenada and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Youth Brigade to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Little Man,
The Star Department,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lungfish,
Matthew Halsall,
The Leaves,
Dark Day,
Cybotron,
Black Sheep,
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
The J.B.'s,
Yaz,
Circle Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Maurizio,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Clarke,
Grey Daturas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
Fad Gadget,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funkadelic,
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moody Blues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
Technova,
Monolake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Residents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faust,
Mars,
Arcadia,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nik Kershaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.