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 Malawi and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jimmy McGriff to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Matthew Bourne,
Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hoover,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Judy Mowatt,
Royal Trux,
MC5,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
The Toasters,
Peter and Kerry,
Technova,
La Düsseldorf,
Tommy Roe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy,
the Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Christie,
June of 44,
Sam Rivers,
Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Green,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
D'Angelo,
Heaven 17,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül II,
Oblivians,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
The Black Dice,
Black Bananas,
China Crisis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Archie Shepp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joy Division,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Circle Jerks,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fugazi,
Radiohead,
OOIOO,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
Maleditus Sound,
Amazonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.