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 Venezuela and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Y Pants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr 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 rap 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Lyres,
The Toasters,
Gang of Four,
World's Most,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
Althea and Donna,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dead C,
Albert Ayler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
The Grass Roots,
Soul Sonic Force,
Niagra,
X-101,
Brand Nubian,
The Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tom Boy,
Half Japanese,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
Deadbeat,
The Knickerbockers,
DNA,
Monolake,
Fugazi,
Ohio Players,
Ultra Naté,
Leonard Cohen,
The Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
New York Dolls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Little Man,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
Yaz,
Rufus Thomas,
Godley & Creme,
The Fugs,
Oneida,
Harmonia,
Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Qualms,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Almond,
Maleditus Sound,
Royal Trux,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.