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 France and from Jakarta.
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 Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick May,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Charles Mingus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Bananas,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camouflage,
Minnie Riperton,
The Remains,
U.S. Maple,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-102,
The Smiths,
Stetsasonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Judy Mowatt,
Royal Trux,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul II Soul,
Kaleidoscope,
China Crisis,
Skaos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Theoretical Girls,
Prince Buster,
Eddi Front,
Animal Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Almond,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
Harry Pussy,
ABC,
MC5,
Hardrive,
Lower 48,
Ultimate Spinach,
OOIOO,
Roger Hodgson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Funky Four + One,
Magazine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
kango's stein massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Young Marble Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agent Orange,
Faraquet,
the Soft Cell,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.