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 Korea North and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Skriet to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arab on Radar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swans,
Shoche,
Reagan Youth,
EPMD,
Delta 5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Simply Red,
Kerri Chandler,
Fat Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
China Crisis,
Michelle Simonal,
the Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Sheep,
Section 25,
Todd Rundgren,
ABC,
Cameo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultravox,
The Monks,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
L. Decosne,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
The Zeros,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
The Five Americans,
MDC,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wolf Eyes,
Icehouse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
Khruangbin,
Accadde A,
Pharoah Sanders,
Porter Ricks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Martian,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.