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 Lithuania and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Simply Red to the electroclash 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 Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Essential Logic,
Funky Four + One,
Urselle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Dawn Penn,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
Qualms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Supertramp,
Pussy Galore,
a-ha,
The United States of America,
Model 500,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sällskapet,
Piero Umiliani,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dead C,
Nik Kershaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Carl Craig,
Black Sheep,
Wally Richardson,
Faraquet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
Swell Maps,
Liliput,
Eric Dolphy,
Deakin,
The Buckinghams,
Amazonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Barracudas,
Todd Rundgren,
Dual Sessions,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultravox,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mummies,
Motorama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Cell,
Niagra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Skatalites,
Rekid,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.