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 Rwanda and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Jawbox,
Cluster,
The Toasters,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Leaves,
Nas,
DJ Style,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Misunderstood,
T.S.O.L.,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
Brand Nubian,
Mars,
Shoche,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chrome,
the Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Sam Rivers,
The Gun Club,
The United States of America,
Fat Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Groovy Waters,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spoonie Gee,
Flamin' Groovies,
China Crisis,
Franke,
Derrick May,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
Chris & Cosey,
Skaos,
Ten City,
Brothers Johnson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.