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 Australia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash to the dance 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
Silicon Teens,
Black Moon,
Public Enemy,
Scrapy,
Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Curtis Mayfield,
Niagra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant,
E-Dancer,
Cymande,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Supertramp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker,
The Star Department,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Remains,
Surgeon,
Ituana,
Deadbeat,
The Pop Group,
Unrelated Segments,
Sound Behaviour,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Isaac Hayes,
Minutemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Goldenarms,
Deakin,
Neu!,
Underground Resistance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
Vainqueur,
Electric Light Orchestra,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.