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 Bhutan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Black Dice to the jazz 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantaleimon,
Goldenarms,
Roxette,
Cecil Taylor,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Associates,
Severed Heads,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
China Crisis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
JFA,
Colin Newman,
D'Angelo,
John Coltrane,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Susan Cadogan,
Panda Bear,
Cybotron,
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
kango's stein massive,
Liliput,
Johnny Osbourne,
MDC,
B.T. Express,
The Offenders,
Make Up,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Almond,
Urselle,
Ultra Naté,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eli Mardock,
John Lydon,
The Pop Group,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Smooth,
Hashim,
Eric Dolphy,
Zero Boys,
Robert Görl,
Whodini,
Angry Samoans,
The Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.