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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Animal Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barry Ungar,
The Cramps,
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
Roxette,
In Retrospect,
Radiohead,
Fugazi,
Qualms,
Deepchord,
T.S.O.L.,
the Swans,
Lungfish,
Duran Duran,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
Roger Hodgson,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
Sparks,
Little Man,
cv313,
Slick Rick,
Arcadia,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
Minnie Riperton,
Don Cherry,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Womack,
Visage,
Section 25,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
Ronan,
Japan,
the Association,
The Searchers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
Mars,
Model 500,
Terry Callier,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.