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 Cuba and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the dance 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Ash Ra Tempel,
L. Decosne,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
Cluster,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
Glenn Branca,
Hasil Adkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Sex Pistols,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Khruangbin,
Cameo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
Dave Gahan,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
Ohio Players,
Buzzcocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tubeway Army,
Leonard Cohen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispian St. Peters,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
Michelle Simonal,
The Grass Roots,
the Normal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Supertramp,
Section 25,
Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Patti Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fortunes,
Carl Craig,
Janne Schatter,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Dolphy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
Hashim,
The J.B.'s,
Whodini,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.