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 Ukraine and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Altered Images to the grime 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fuzztones,
Leonard Cohen,
Soulsonic Force,
Colin Newman,
10cc,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Wyatt,
The Invisible,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Copeland,
Negative Approach,
Marmalade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fela Kuti,
Tears for Fears,
Popol Vuh,
Deadbeat,
Bang On A Can,
Depeche Mode,
Scion,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker,
Brothers Johnson,
Slave,
The Birthday Party,
Oblivians,
Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Cluster,
Skaos,
Glenn Branca,
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
Gastr Del Sol,
James White and The Blacks,
June of 44,
Black Flag,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Black Pus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood,
Babytalk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultra Naté,
Skarface,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.