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 Paraguay and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord,
Bronski Beat,
The Shadows of Knight,
LL Cool J,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sixth Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
The Dead C,
These Immortal Souls,
The Divine Comedy,
Surgeon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Raincoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
Cymande,
Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Duran Duran,
Camouflage,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman,
Flash Fearless,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter & Gordon,
Yazoo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
Jacques Brel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Technova,
Animal Collective,
Skarface,
Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie,
Carl Craig,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
The Techniques,
Schoolly D,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.