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 Canada and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 Fear to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Warsaw,
MC5,
Dark Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Hood,
The Divine Comedy,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Wells,
LL Cool J,
Nick Fraelich,
Charles Mingus,
Al Stewart,
The Buckinghams,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slackers,
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre,
KRS-One,
Fad Gadget,
Sex Pistols,
Zero Boys,
Malaria!,
Khruangbin,
The Birthday Party,
X-Ray Spex,
Scientists,
Judy Mowatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sparks,
New York Dolls,
the Germs,
Maurizio,
Accadde A,
Tom Boy,
Robert Görl,
The Five Americans,
The Fuzztones,
R.M.O.,
Deadbeat,
Joe Smooth,
The Gories,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-102,
Joensuu 1685,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
The Smoke,
Unrelated Segments,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra,
Bad Manners,
Hashim,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones,
Y Pants,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.