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 Nigeria 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 The Young Rascals to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Victims,
The Star Department,
Patti Smith,
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Goldenarms,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Stooges,
Anakelly,
Connie Case,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ornette Coleman,
The Evens,
AZ,
The Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
Pierre Henry,
Nik Kershaw,
the Association,
Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
EPMD,
Idris Muhammad,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aaron Thompson,
B.T. Express,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
The Durutti Column,
E-Dancer,
Los Fastidios,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dual Sessions,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Happenings,
Vainqueur,
Faust,
The Blues Magoos,
June Days,
Index,
Visage,
The J.B.'s,
Circle Jerks,
Lakeside,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Underground Resistance,
Erykah Badu,
Unwound,
Absolute Body Control,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.