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 Belgium and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
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 mellotron 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 Andrew Hill to the rap 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Association,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
Liliput,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ossler,
Skarface,
Blancmange,
Mr. Review,
Black Flag,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultravox,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terry Callier,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
Laurel Aitken,
The Star Department,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Symarip,
Judy Mowatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
LL Cool J,
Tubeway Army,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
Cybotron,
Franke,
Altered Images,
Fear,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bush Tetras,
Kayak,
Monolake,
Funkadelic,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
Ohio Players,
T.S.O.L.,
Scion,
Barrington Levy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Lakeside,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.