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 Honduras and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tubeway Army to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dave Gahan,
MDC,
a-ha,
The Angels of Light,
Morten Harket,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
the Slits,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masters at Work,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Main Source,
The Real Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Connie Case,
Cheater Slicks,
Surgeon,
Severed Heads,
Rotary Connection,
Swell Maps,
Bush Tetras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Normal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
Pulsallama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Motorama,
The Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Wake,
Technova,
Mission of Burma,
Neu!,
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
UT,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.