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 Maldives and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Derrick May to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Babytalk,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
Los Fastidios,
Excepter,
The Victims,
The Moleskins,
Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
X-Ray Spex,
Massinfluence,
Grauzone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kevin Saunderson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Leaves,
Althea and Donna,
Pagans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pop Group,
Steve Hackett,
Y Pants,
Ponytail,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
Ronan,
Heaven 17,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Goldenarms,
Index,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Slits,
EPMD,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Buzzcocks,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare,
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fortunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Germs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cameo,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.