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 Georgia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Camouflage 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
Half Japanese,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Danielle Patucci,
Crime,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxy Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Quando Quango,
The Happenings,
Can,
Stiv Bators,
Pulsallama,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
The Techniques,
Ken Boothe,
LL Cool J,
Cameo,
Lungfish,
Spandau Ballet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mars,
Pantaleimon,
Subhumans,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
Technova,
Heaven 17,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grey Daturas,
Intrusion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donald Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scan 7,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lebanon Hanover,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nik Kershaw,
Siglo XX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Sonics,
Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.