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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
The Gap Band,
Heaven 17,
Hasil Adkins,
Swans,
Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
The Walker Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Accadde A,
Jawbox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Parry Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül II,
Silicon Teens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pylon,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
Make Up,
Skarface,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Byron Stingily,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick May,
Steve Hackett,
Royal Trux,
B.T. Express,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Count Five,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
Deadbeat,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bad Manners,
Lalo Schifrin,
Guru Guru,
June Days,
Cluster,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
Drexciya,
Delta 5,
Warsaw,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
Mad Mike,
Moby Grape,
Ronan,
Masters at Work,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.