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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skaos to the rock 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Saints,
Ponytail,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
Skriet,
Alphaville,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
Barry Ungar,
Delta 5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moebius,
Barrington Levy,
Public Enemy,
Blancmange,
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mars,
Todd Terry,
Cymande,
Fluxion,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spandau Ballet,
Excepter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thompson Twins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Alice Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Sister Nancy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers,
Royal Trux,
Gang Green,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.