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 Slovakia 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 In Retrospect to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
Ultra Naté,
Infiniti,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bob Dylan,
Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Selecter,
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
Basic Channel,
Ken Boothe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Panda Bear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Bar-Kays,
Pagans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sight & Sound,
EPMD,
Tubeway Army,
Swans,
Warsaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gories,
The Monks,
Nico,
June Days,
The Star Department,
World's Most,
Sun City Girls,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
Brand Nubian,
Subhumans,
Bootsy Collins,
Tim Buckley,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Delta 5,
Vladislav Delay,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.