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 Austria and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Monolake to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Dirtbombs,
Bob Dylan,
Intrusion,
Scientists,
The Martian,
The Move,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
Basic Channel,
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops,
KRS-One,
The Techniques,
D'Angelo,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Arthur Verocai,
The Stooges,
The Tremeloes,
Ken Boothe,
Liliput,
The Smiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Flag,
Leonard Cohen,
Godley & Creme,
Khruangbin,
H. Thieme,
The Busters,
Hoover,
The Monochrome Set,
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pole,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kas Product,
Cymande,
Toni Rubio,
The Star Department,
Thompson Twins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
FM Einheit,
Fluxion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MDC,
Crooked Eye,
Section 25,
the Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.