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 Seychelles and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the dance 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Pole,
Delta 5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris & Cosey,
Suburban Knight,
Pagans,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie,
X-102,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Japan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marmalade,
Wally Richardson,
Tom Boy,
Royal Trux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Y Pants,
Surgeon,
Urselle,
Lower 48,
Tommy Roe,
the Association,
Bad Manners,
Au Pairs,
China Crisis,
Byron Stingily,
Dawn Penn,
Jacob Miller,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smoke,
Ponytail,
Franke,
Delon & Dalcan,
MC5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Clarke,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
Echospace,
Organ,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter and Kerry,
David Bowie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Slackers,
Audionom,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.