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 Haiti and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 The Velvet Underground to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Symarip,
Hardrive,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skarface,
Skriet,
Erykah Badu,
Motorama,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Aural Exciters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
a-ha,
Kurtis Blow,
Goldenarms,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radio Birdman,
Fear,
Sam Rivers,
the Association,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marmalade,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
Fugazi,
The Remains,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eurythmics,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Qualms,
Pere Ubu,
Alice Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Outsiders,
Surgeon,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
Wings,
The Smoke,
The Count Five,
Blossom Toes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.