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 Delhi.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 World's Most to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
Lower 48,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Dual Sessions,
Alice Coltrane,
Whodini,
Roxy Music,
Organ,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slits,
The United States of America,
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The American Breed,
The Busters,
MDC,
Minutemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Kayak,
FM Einheit,
Gabor Szabo,
The Litter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Althea and Donna,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru,
The Young Rascals,
Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Pantaleimon,
the Germs,
Los Fastidios,
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
The Fall,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
Niagra,
Susan Cadogan,
Interpol,
Darondo,
The Smiths,
David Bowie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flamin' Groovies,
Groovy Waters,
Marvin Gaye,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.