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 Kosovo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Morten Harket to the crunk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Vogues,
The Selecter,
Technova,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pole,
Cameo,
Minor Threat,
Con Funk Shun,
Rotary Connection,
E-Dancer,
The Associates,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
a-ha,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crime,
Ronan,
Lakeside,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donny Hathaway,
Scrapy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
Quando Quango,
Scientists,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mars,
China Crisis,
One Last Wish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skaos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Leonard Cohen,
Thee Headcoats,
Whodini,
kango's stein massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faust,
Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
CMW,
The Cowsills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shuggie Otis,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharoah Sanders,
Au Pairs,
Qualms,
Eric B and Rakim,
UT,
Ken Boothe,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.