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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Music Machine to the electroclash 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Association,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless,
Unrelated Segments,
Byron Stingily,
The Gap Band,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
The Skatalites,
a-ha,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17,
The Vogues,
Das Ding,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Bowie,
Stetsasonic,
Accadde A,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
The Pop Group,
ABBA,
Chrome,
Yellowson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brand Nubian,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
The Cure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
Shoche,
Kaleidoscope,
The Angels of Light,
EPMD,
Basic Channel,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lucky Dragons,
Janne Schatter,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Seeds,
Darondo,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
Cecil Taylor,
Ohio Players,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Halsall,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.