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 Palau and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Mad Mike to the disco 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Traffic Nightmare,
Section 25,
Harmonia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skarface,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
Mandrill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra,
One Last Wish,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
New York Dolls,
Oneida,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Martian,
Ituana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joyce Sims,
Scientists,
Grey Daturas,
The Moody Blues,
Camberwell Now,
Man Parrish,
The Names,
Inner City,
Cheater Slicks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Beau Brummels,
Bauhaus,
Massinfluence,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pere Ubu,
Nas,
Yaz,
The Young Rascals,
Monolake,
Black Flag,
Derrick Morgan,
Eddi Front,
Eric Copeland,
The Happenings,
June of 44,
John Cale,
Ponytail,
The Wake,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.