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 Malaysia and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Donny Hathaway to the punk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Malaria!,
Reagan Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zero Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Amon Düül,
Slick Rick,
Aural Exciters,
Ossler,
Ultravox,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pop Group,
Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Depeche Mode,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Neon Judgement,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barbara Tucker,
E-Dancer,
Yaz,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gories,
The Alarm Clocks,
cv313,
Sight & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Order,
Cluster,
Harmonia,
The Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moleskins,
Todd Terry,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
Fad Gadget,
Technova,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mark Hollis,
Eve St. Jones,
Altered Images,
Little Man,
Pylon,
The Fugs,
Lower 48,
Bobby Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slackers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Japan,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.