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 Somalia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Second Layer to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Suicide,
Theoretical Girls,
MC5,
The Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Kerri Chandler,
Liliput,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blues Magoos,
Wasted Youth,
Simply Red,
Moebius,
Jacob Miller,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
K-Klass,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
Lakeside,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rod Modell,
New Age Steppers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions,
Ronan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Don Cherry,
Magma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aswad,
Blancmange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
China Crisis,
Matthew Bourne,
The Evens,
Soulsonic Force,
The Saints,
Avey Tare,
The Seeds,
Cymande,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne,
Procol Harum,
La Düsseldorf,
Eddi Front,
Soft Cell,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.