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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 10cc to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camouflage,
Magma,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Tremeloes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Trojans,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
The Offenders,
Monks,
The Dead C,
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Real Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Absolute Body Control,
Rufus Thomas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aural Exciters,
Gabor Szabo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
KRS-One,
Sun City Girls,
Skaos,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
Pulsallama,
Bang On A Can,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
Fugazi,
Marmalade,
Kenny Larkin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Trumans Water,
June Days,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Intrusion,
Judy Mowatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
Tom Boy,
Terry Callier,
Television Personalities,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.