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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Gang of Four to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Slick Rick,
The Beau Brummels,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
Juan Atkins,
Altered Images,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
B.T. Express,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vladislav Delay,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Black Dice,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
Howard Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
A Certain Ratio,
Alison Limerick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kayak,
Yaz,
Donny Hathaway,
Guru Guru,
David Axelrod,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter & Gordon,
Loose Ends,
Gichy Dan,
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
DNA,
The Barracudas,
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
Shoche,
Depeche Mode,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Count Five,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
Television,
Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Qualms,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
Magazine,
10cc,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.