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 Canada and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the punk 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Letta Mbulu,
Oblivians,
cv313,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camouflage,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
Soul II Soul,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül II,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
OOIOO,
The Raincoats,
Sixth Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Anthony Braxton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Clarke,
Pussy Galore,
The Victims,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers,
Henry Cow,
DNA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Human League,
Malaria!,
Fatback Band,
Toni Rubio,
Sex Pistols,
Yazoo,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fuzztones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harmonia,
UT,
The Dead C,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bauhaus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Los Fastidios,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.