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 Haiti 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 T. Rex to the jazz 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
The Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Scion,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlback,
Howard Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Axelrod,
The Cramps,
Excepter,
The Last Poets,
Jawbox,
Unwound,
The Zeros,
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Style,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hasil Adkins,
Anakelly,
Barbara Tucker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kayak,
Black Flag,
The Cowsills,
Agitation Free,
Babytalk,
Tim Buckley,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Pus,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
The Gladiators,
Carl Craig,
DJ Sneak,
The Invisible,
Fear,
Mantronix,
John Cale,
Gang of Four,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dennis Brown,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minutemen,
Steve Hackett,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.