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 Togo 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Thompson Twins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Alison Limerick,
Aaron Thompson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Barracudas,
Slick Rick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quantec,
Agent Orange,
Sparks,
Stetsasonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Youth Brigade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
Black Pus,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Al Stewart,
New Age Steppers,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Aural Exciters,
Spandau Ballet,
Dual Sessions,
Funky Four + One,
Spoonie Gee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eurythmics,
Fluxion,
Radiohead,
The Toasters,
The Moleskins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
R.M.O.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Modern Lovers,
Bush Tetras,
The Blues Magoos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.