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 Benin and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Excepter to the crunk 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Audionom,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Max Romeo,
The J.B.'s,
Infiniti,
Maleditus Sound,
Minutemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visage,
Babytalk,
Outsiders,
The Human League,
Marc Almond,
Surgeon,
Terry Callier,
The Trojans,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Duran Duran,
The Black Dice,
Chrome,
The American Breed,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
John Cale,
The Slackers,
Monolake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Index,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Hot Snakes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gladiators,
Heaven 17,
The Pop Group,
Gang Starr,
The Star Department,
The Fuzztones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mantronix,
Oneida,
The Leaves,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.