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 Eritrea and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Oneida to the disco 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sällskapet,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
Japan,
Marmalade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Enemy,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Siglo XX,
F. McDonald,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
Brick,
Cybotron,
Marc Almond,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
Scion,
Niagra,
The Knickerbockers,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ohio Players,
Eric Dolphy,
Wolf Eyes,
Harmonia,
The Residents,
Little Man,
Thompson Twins,
Jandek,
Al Stewart,
cv313,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alton Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Oneida,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson,
Susan Cadogan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.