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 Mauritania and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Suburban Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bad Manners,
The Happenings,
Unwound,
Chris & Cosey,
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television Personalities,
The Stooges,
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cluster,
the Bar-Kays,
Patti Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Sherman,
The Music Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Icehouse,
Duran Duran,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brothers Johnson,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
Yusef Lateef,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
EPMD,
Dave Gahan,
Zapp,
Laurel Aitken,
Deepchord,
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
New York Dolls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wally Richardson,
Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Smog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang of Four,
Lyres,
The Busters,
Lou Christie,
Deadbeat,
Eden Ahbez,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kenny Larkin,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.