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 Lebanon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Interpol to the punk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hoover,
The Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Foxx,
The Pretty Things,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
X-102,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
Brick,
The Smiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultra Naté,
The Stooges,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
The Fortunes,
AZ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James White and The Blacks,
R.M.O.,
Altered Images,
Fatback Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
Bauhaus,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Blake Baxter,
Grey Daturas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donald Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Pantaleimon,
The Neon Judgement,
Harry Pussy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Easy Going,
Buzzcocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
New York Dolls,
Spandau Ballet,
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani,
Swans,
The Names,
The Cowsills,
Scientists,
Cal Tjader,
Monolake,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City 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.