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 Mali and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bar-Kays to the electroclash 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Angels of Light,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
Arcadia,
Joensuu 1685,
Yazoo,
The Busters,
Magazine,
Infiniti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Franke,
Prince Buster,
Public Enemy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Adolescents,
Lou Christie,
Fugazi,
Josef K,
Fad Gadget,
Skaos,
Aswad,
Japan,
Sugar Minott,
Television,
Brick,
Lou Reed,
Don Cherry,
Connie Case,
X-102,
The Real Kids,
Man Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rotary Connection,
Danielle Patucci,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skarface,
Neu!,
Mark Hollis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
The Pop Group,
Peter and Kerry,
Glenn Branca,
John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
John Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Roxette,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.