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 Italy 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Franke to the punk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Bootsy Collins,
the Germs,
The Slits,
Loose Ends,
Funkadelic,
X-102,
Lindisfarne,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
The Trojans,
Young Marble Giants,
Mars,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
Intrusion,
The Gun Club,
The Litter,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Letta Mbulu,
June Days,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anthony Braxton,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
Ultravox,
The Pop Group,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
DJ Style,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glenn Branca,
Ludus,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
Stereo Dub,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Sneak,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cymande,
Bang On A Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Guru Guru,
Vladislav Delay,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dark Day,
The Residents,
Rites of Spring,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.