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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock 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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound,
The American Breed,
Vainqueur,
Schoolly D,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gladiators,
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
Roxette,
Q and Not U,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sister Nancy,
Sexual Harrassment,
PIL,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
Ten City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
The Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Buckinghams,
Prince Buster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra,
The Slits,
Gong,
Fluxion,
Bob Dylan,
The Zeros,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kenny Larkin,
Kaleidoscope,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Iggy Pop,
Radio Birdman,
Smog,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cymande,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.