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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock,
UT,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fall,
The Raincoats,
Man Parrish,
Swans,
The Wake,
Howard Jones,
Pantytec,
Young Marble Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Kurtis Blow,
K-Klass,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Au Pairs,
The Mummies,
The Pop Group,
The Standells,
Cluster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Maleditus Sound,
MC5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pagans,
Blancmange,
Shuggie Otis,
Wolf Eyes,
Henry Cow,
Audionom,
Visage,
The Misunderstood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sällskapet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Bad Manners,
Moebius,
Chrome,
Morten Harket,
This Heat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
CMW,
Alphaville,
Magma,
Black Pus,
Donny Hathaway,
Cal Tjader,
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.