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 Somalia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 The Electric Prunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ten City,
Absolute Body Control,
Deadbeat,
Sonic Youth,
Fear,
Tubeway Army,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Iggy Pop,
Tears for Fears,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glenn Branca,
Rosa Yemen,
Los Fastidios,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantaleimon,
CMW,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus,
Peter and Kerry,
Section 25,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod,
Banda Bassotti,
Scrapy,
Desert Stars,
Slave,
Terry Callier,
Prince Buster,
Scan 7,
The Neon Judgement,
Flipper,
H. Thieme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
Pussy Galore,
Marvin Gaye,
The Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Moon,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marmalade,
the Human League,
Mars,
Isaac Hayes,
The Vogues,
Stereo Dub,
The Happenings,
The Five Americans,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
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.