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 Solomon Islands and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 CMW to the dance 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
Jawbox,
Ten City,
Basic Channel,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Count Five,
Nirvana,
The Young Rascals,
Adolescents,
Wings,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
Reuben Wilson,
Organ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
Infiniti,
48th St. Collective,
Sandy B,
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
The Leaves,
The Techniques,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Grass Roots,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
EPMD,
Vladislav Delay,
Flipper,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
Peter & Gordon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Hashim,
Radiopuhelimet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angry Samoans,
The Busters,
Aural Exciters,
Gang of Four,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
Scrapy,
JFA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.