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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Organ to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shuggie Otis,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
the Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
JFA,
Faraquet,
The Sound,
Lou Christie,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alphaville,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Five Americans,
Donny Hathaway,
The Trojans,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxette,
Quadrant,
Pole,
The Golliwogs,
Khruangbin,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
L. Decosne,
Basic Channel,
Smog,
F. McDonald,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Index,
Josef K,
Janne Schatter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
ABBA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Guru Guru,
The Wake,
Minutemen,
Wings,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.