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 Lesotho and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
Skaos,
EPMD,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
The Gun Club,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
Unrelated Segments,
Gong,
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
R.M.O.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cameo,
The Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camouflage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Von Mondo,
Smog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Radiohead,
The Divine Comedy,
Moebius,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
Banda Bassotti,
Mary Jane Girls,
10cc,
the Normal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Martian,
The Leaves,
Albert Ayler,
Mission of Burma,
Qualms,
kango's stein massive,
Whodini,
B.T. Express,
CMW,
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
Lyres,
Radio Birdman,
The Move,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.