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 China and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ponytail to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wally Richardson,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quando Quango,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Style,
Saccharine Trust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Black Pus,
Yusef Lateef,
Minny Pops,
Sugar Minott,
Outsiders,
Thee Headcoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Morten Harket,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pylon,
Wings,
Buzzcocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Excepter,
Rosa Yemen,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
The Names,
Whodini,
Nirvana,
Goldenarms,
ABBA,
Talk Talk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.