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 Korea South and from Cairo.
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 Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lower 48 to the rock 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Sherman,
Godley & Creme,
Flipper,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
Jeff Mills,
Ronan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scrapy,
Thee Headcoats,
Faust,
June of 44,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ice-T,
Minnie Riperton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fugs,
Inner City,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Green,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slackers,
CMW,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
The Velvet Underground,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stiv Bators,
The Human League,
The Saints,
Joy Division,
The J.B.'s,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
David Axelrod,
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor,
Masters at Work,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brass Construction,
Jacob Miller,
Mantronix,
Dead Boys,
Duran Duran,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.