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 Vanuatu 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Ice-T to the funk 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Schoolly D,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scion,
John Foxx,
Pierre Henry,
Ohio Players,
Man Eating Sloth,
La Düsseldorf,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Intrusion,
The Skatalites,
Depeche Mode,
Young Marble Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bad Manners,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric B and Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
Audionom,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tubeway Army,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Almond,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
Buzzcocks,
Jacob Miller,
Freddie Wadling,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moleskins,
Isaac Hayes,
The Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Rites of Spring,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Adolescents,
Gang Gang Dance,
China Crisis,
The New Christs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mad Mike,
Marine Girls,
The Mummies,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.