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 Cameroon 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Beau Brummels to the rap 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Skatalites,
Hardrive,
The Move,
Camberwell Now,
B.T. Express,
Television,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funkadelic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Josef K,
Gichy Dan,
Reuben Wilson,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
L. Decosne,
Crooked Eye,
Marmalade,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Flipper,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index,
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Al Stewart,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bluetip,
Eli Mardock,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Lou Christie,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Deepchord,
Vladislav Delay,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Modern Lovers,
Mission of Burma,
Alton Ellis,
Nirvana,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Sherman,
a-ha,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.