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 East Timor and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Johnny Osbourne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Oblivians,
The Remains,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
The Kinks,
Wasted Youth,
Mark Hollis,
The United States of America,
Rotary Connection,
Cluster,
The Sonics,
UT,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quando Quango,
Agent Orange,
Zapp,
Wolf Eyes,
Fatback Band,
the Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spandau Ballet,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Sällskapet,
Tears for Fears,
Magma,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
Marvin Gaye,
Henry Cow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slackers,
Gang Starr,
The Five Americans,
Wings,
Cal Tjader,
New Age Steppers,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Average White Band,
Funky Four + One,
Wally Richardson,
Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pere Ubu,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.