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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
CMW,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
Judy Mowatt,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Rotary Connection,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maurizio,
Reuben Wilson,
John Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camouflage,
Urselle,
The Durutti Column,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Toni Rubio,
Pierre Henry,
ABBA,
Joyce Sims,
Mars,
Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
R.M.O.,
Rod Modell,
Davy DMX,
Amazonics,
Ponytail,
Roxette,
Negative Approach,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
Al Stewart,
Vainqueur,
Marvin Gaye,
Niagra,
Aaron Thompson,
Outsiders,
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
Fat Boys,
The Gladiators,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
Delta 5,
Jandek,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
the Human League,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Saints,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.