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 Poland and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ossler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Brand Nubian,
Anthony Braxton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
Lightning Bolt,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doors,
Godley & Creme,
World's Most,
Quando Quango,
Babytalk,
Jeff Lynne,
Donny Hathaway,
Cal Tjader,
Sam Rivers,
The Gories,
Curtis Mayfield,
cv313,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moss Icon,
Supertramp,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Sherman,
Charles Mingus,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Flag,
Ronan,
The Smoke,
The Divine Comedy,
10cc,
Royal Trux,
Hashim,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
La Düsseldorf,
Reuben Wilson,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
Von Mondo,
Loose Ends,
Blossom Toes,
Cymande,
The Sonics,
Icehouse,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
Gang Starr,
Absolute Body Control,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül II,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.