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 Australia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Germs to the jazz 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
The Martian,
The Dirtbombs,
Al Stewart,
Pussy Galore,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Starr,
Theoretical Girls,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
Archie Shepp,
Essential Logic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
The Fugs,
AZ,
David Axelrod,
Fatback Band,
DJ Sneak,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
The Kinks,
Johnny Clarke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eli Mardock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moebius,
Chrome,
Todd Terry,
Mr. Review,
Minnie Riperton,
Franke,
Make Up,
Moss Icon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crash Course in Science,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
CMW,
Black Sheep,
Yusef Lateef,
Letta Mbulu,
Toni Rubio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drexciya,
The Mummies,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.