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 Brunei and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Au Pairs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Simply Red,
La Düsseldorf,
Anthony Braxton,
John Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek,
R.M.O.,
Massinfluence,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
The Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cramps,
Young Marble Giants,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
Lalann,
Flipper,
The Trojans,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
Roxette,
Silicon Teens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Graham Central Station,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Green,
Bobby Womack,
Radio Birdman,
Sarah Menescal,
Judy Mowatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lyres,
Skriet,
The Saints,
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
John Foxx,
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slick Rick,
Lakeside,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.