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 Ecuador and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bill Near to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Jimmy McGriff,
Urselle,
Malaria!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Susan Cadogan,
Mandrill,
The J.B.'s,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Byrd,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
Ronan,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick May,
Yazoo,
Bang On A Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Tremeloes,
Adolescents,
Half Japanese,
David McCallum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rotary Connection,
Babytalk,
F. McDonald,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
The Index,
Underground Resistance,
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
Harry Pussy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage,
Oneida,
Hardrive,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
Ponytail,
Banda Bassotti,
Lightning Bolt,
B.T. Express,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Sugar Minott,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.