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 Estonia and from Paris.
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 Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Mandrill to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zapp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Lydon,
A Certain Ratio,
Barbara Tucker,
The Barracudas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fluxion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Delta 5,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Christie,
John Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay,
Visage,
Tim Buckley,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Near,
Gichy Dan,
Hoover,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
The Pretty Things,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Adolescents,
Aaron Thompson,
The Techniques,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
MDC,
Joy Division,
Tears for Fears,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blancmange,
The Grass Roots,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.