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 Tanzania and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Absolute Body Control to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Fugs,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Womack,
Sun City Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zero Boys,
Lalann,
Easy Going,
John Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Sound Behaviour,
Harpers Bizarre,
48th St. Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Infiniti,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Japan,
the Association,
The Buckinghams,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dawn Penn,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Janne Schatter,
Oneida,
Can,
Hoover,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Almond,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gories,
Crash Course in Science,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalo Schifrin,
CMW,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
The Wake,
The Moody Blues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swans,
Lou Reed,
Bluetip,
the Human League,
Man Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cure,
Pierre Henry,
Arab on Radar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Juan Atkins,
Half Japanese,
Eli Mardock,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.