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 Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Groovy Waters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Ornette Coleman,
Surgeon,
Ice-T,
Vainqueur,
Spandau Ballet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
Steve Hackett,
Lightning Bolt,
Leonard Cohen,
a-ha,
Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dirtbombs,
New York Dolls,
Khruangbin,
H. Thieme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
Crash Course in Science,
Al Stewart,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anakelly,
Camberwell Now,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
Niagra,
Alton Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magazine,
X-Ray Spex,
Nils Olav,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang of Four,
Maurizio,
Mark Hollis,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Five Americans,
Porter Ricks,
Kerri Chandler,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.