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 Gambia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Animal Collective,
Liliput,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Youth Brigade,
Whodini,
The Selecter,
10cc,
Ossler,
The Monochrome Set,
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters,
KRS-One,
the Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills,
The Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
The Evens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Subhumans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harry Pussy,
Yellowson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crooked Eye,
Gong,
The Blackbyrds,
Colin Newman,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
ABBA,
Lungfish,
The Martian,
Jerry's Kids,
Skriet,
Guru Guru,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Graham Central Station,
Mantronix,
Black Sheep,
Gichy Dan,
Lyres,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.