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 Morocco and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cameo to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
David Bowie,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Selecter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Fraelich,
Cal Tjader,
Barrington Levy,
Depeche Mode,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
Carl Craig,
Deepchord,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Yaz,
John Holt,
Q65,
The Zeros,
Sonic Youth,
Jawbox,
The American Breed,
Sister Nancy,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
Jacob Miller,
The Slackers,
Howard Jones,
Zapp,
Amon Düül II,
Black Pus,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wolf Eyes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Divine Comedy,
Flash Fearless,
The Black Dice,
A Certain Ratio,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
The Raincoats,
ABBA,
Symarip,
The Gories,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Womack,
The Pretty Things,
Television,
The Blues Magoos,
Janne Schatter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alphaville,
Sight & Sound,
Sandy B,
The Golliwogs,
Brand Nubian,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.