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 Liberia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Magazine to the funk 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
Ultravox,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
OOIOO,
Cluster,
Jandek,
The Grass Roots,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Pus,
New Order,
Scrapy,
The Cure,
Peter and Kerry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fat Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fortunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Faust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Zeros,
Excepter,
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer,
Marc Almond,
Soul II Soul,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
Ultimate Spinach,
PIL,
The Remains,
The Evens,
Pagans,
Buzzcocks,
China Crisis,
Make Up,
Ronan,
Liliput,
Soft Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heaven 17,
Brick,
Slave,
Fela Kuti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Last Poets,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.