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 San Marino and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Newcleus to the dance 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Minny Pops,
Clear Light,
Ituana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anakelly,
Jawbox,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Almond,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Clarke,
Alison Limerick,
MDC,
The Moody Blues,
Radiohead,
Mandrill,
Boredoms,
Marmalade,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Motorama,
Visage,
The Real Kids,
Eddi Front,
Derrick May,
David Bowie,
Average White Band,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fortunes,
R.M.O.,
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mad Mike,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fugs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slave,
Todd Terry,
The Buckinghams,
Faraquet,
Judy Mowatt,
Quando Quango,
Cal Tjader,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Moon,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.