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 Kosovo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
Cymande,
Nas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
Yellowson,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
X-102,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smoke,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
The Music Machine,
Whodini,
Spandau Ballet,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
Joe Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Vainqueur,
LL Cool J,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter and Kerry,
Goldenarms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fluxion,
The Blackbyrds,
The Residents,
Visage,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Teasers,
Section 25,
Sarah Menescal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Royal Trux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Happenings,
Subhumans,
The Human League,
The Wake,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Green,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magazine,
Piero Umiliani,
Erykah Badu,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.