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 Burundi and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 The Standells to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Visage,
The Smoke,
Index,
Slave,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
Alison Limerick,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultravox,
The Knickerbockers,
Tim Buckley,
the Fania All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Infiniti,
Accadde A,
Arab on Radar,
The Fortunes,
K-Klass,
The Fugs,
The Martian,
Mandrill,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fad Gadget,
48th St. Collective,
The United States of America,
Ornette Coleman,
U.S. Maple,
The Moody Blues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television Personalities,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gories,
Chris & Cosey,
Erasure,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang On A Can,
H. Thieme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Flag,
Newcleus,
These Immortal Souls,
OOIOO,
Urselle,
the Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Fugazi,
Piero Umiliani,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.