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 Korea North 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
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 clarinet 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris & Cosey,
Moss Icon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Massinfluence,
Underground Resistance,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Real Kids,
Rakim,
Ronan,
Roxette,
Scratch Acid,
T. Rex,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABC,
48th St. Collective,
PIL,
Motorama,
Robert Wyatt,
Section 25,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
Scrapy,
Alison Limerick,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Los Fastidios,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
R.M.O.,
Tom Boy,
Kerri Chandler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wings,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Zeros,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
F. McDonald,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.