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 Israel and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Robert Palmer 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 Knickerbockers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Kayak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
Jawbox,
Mars,
Joe Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
D'Angelo,
Dark Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moody Blues,
The Residents,
Mo-Dettes,
Bob Dylan,
Thee Headcoats,
Mantronix,
Janne Schatter,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alice Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Trojans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
One Last Wish,
Roger Hodgson,
Ossler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
John Foxx,
Marc Almond,
Parry Music,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
Make Up,
Zero Boys,
The Real Kids,
Mr. Review,
Babytalk,
The Music Machine,
Television,
X-Ray Spex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
The Motions,
Ultra Naté,
Michelle Simonal,
Mission of Burma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.