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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Althea and Donna,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erykah Badu,
Pagans,
Fatback Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
Pantytec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Wolf Eyes,
Pole,
Alton Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers,
Schoolly D,
DJ Style,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Malaria!,
The Busters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Skatalites,
the Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Brass Construction,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Tim Buckley,
The Names,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Desert Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Scion,
Leonard Cohen,
The Birthday Party,
Yaz,
The Five Americans,
The Fugs,
Roxette,
Amazonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.