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 Panama and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 James White and The Blacks to the funk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Near,
AZ,
Flash Fearless,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Toasters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Invisible,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
The Buckinghams,
Black Bananas,
Robert Görl,
the Sonics,
The Busters,
Bob Dylan,
Mars,
The United States of America,
Jacques Brel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lightning Bolt,
FM Einheit,
Sugar Minott,
The Names,
Oblivians,
Ohio Players,
Audionom,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quantec,
World's Most,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Angels of Light,
Accadde A,
Alison Limerick,
Camouflage,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
Robert Hood,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Masters at Work,
The Durutti Column,
Angry Samoans,
The Evens,
ABC,
Babytalk,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
The Black Dice,
Surgeon,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Martian,
CMW,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Terry,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.