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 Egypt and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Count Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Aural Exciters,
Funky Four + One,
The Fall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grey Daturas,
Graham Central Station,
Unrelated Segments,
The Golliwogs,
Black Sheep,
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lyres,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Starr,
Roxette,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
Stetsasonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
Franke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jawbox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gichy Dan,
Quando Quango,
Steve Hackett,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacob Miller,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Mandrill,
The Remains,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Litter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dawn Penn,
Wolf Eyes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Angry Samoans,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Modern Lovers,
Television Personalities,
Surgeon,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jandek,
Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grauzone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.