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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 FM Einheit to the rap 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Circle Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yaz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Silicon Teens,
Brothers Johnson,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Max Romeo,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
MDC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Bananas,
Country Teasers,
Mr. Review,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
Camberwell Now,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Lydon,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
Hashim,
Hoover,
Procol Harum,
Japan,
The Mojo Men,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Flag,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gories,
Ituana,
Wally Richardson,
Tom Boy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
Cal Tjader,
Mo-Dettes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.