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 Ireland and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jandek,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
Connie Case,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
The Raincoats,
The Pop Group,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
Bronski Beat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxy Music,
the Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Angels of Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rites of Spring,
Charles Mingus,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Enemy,
Ludus,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Womack,
The Golliwogs,
Cymande,
Eurythmics,
Underground Resistance,
Basic Channel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Iggy Pop,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Kinks,
Tom Boy,
Alphaville,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Simply Red,
Gang Gang Dance,
Severed Heads,
Fear,
Warsaw,
D'Angelo,
The Misunderstood,
Swell Maps,
Derrick May,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Adolescents,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.