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 Papua New Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 The Smoke to the funk 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June of 44,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Age Steppers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
The Dirtbombs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nik Kershaw,
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
Ultra Naté,
Cal Tjader,
Dead Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Slave,
Quadrant,
E-Dancer,
Sarah Menescal,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Moebius,
Scratch Acid,
Bang On A Can,
The Smiths,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cybotron,
Shuggie Otis,
Jandek,
Wasted Youth,
Scrapy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Steve Hackett,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Babytalk,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Near,
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
The Monochrome Set,
Oneida,
Funkadelic,
Aural Exciters,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.