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 Marshall Islands and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Graham Central Station to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül,
The Mojo Men,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
La Düsseldorf,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Copeland,
Unwound,
Harry Pussy,
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
Procol Harum,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Clarke,
The Remains,
Kurtis Blow,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Lynne,
The Real Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
L. Decosne,
Pantaleimon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
UT,
Faust,
Tears for Fears,
Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
The Busters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Make Up,
The Mummies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blake Baxter,
The Young Rascals,
Neu!,
Juan Atkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
Public Enemy,
Faraquet,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Count Five,
Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.