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 Bahamas and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Nik Kershaw to the jazz 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Last Poets,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
F. McDonald,
Minnie Riperton,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ponytail,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shoche,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
E-Dancer,
The J.B.'s,
the Normal,
Funky Four + One,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
David Axelrod,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Mills,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
Slave,
The Walker Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mojo Men,
Vladislav Delay,
Lyres,
48th St. Collective,
Josef K,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Japan,
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Alton Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.