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 United Kingdom and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Sherman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party 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?
ABC,
Brass Construction,
Negative Approach,
Harmonia,
Smog,
The Remains,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiohead,
Robert Hood,
Bad Manners,
Faraquet,
Andrew Hill,
Rotary Connection,
Stockholm Monsters,
Severed Heads,
Masters at Work,
Ossler,
Underground Resistance,
R.M.O.,
Scientists,
Reuben Wilson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Sherman,
Youth Brigade,
Agent Orange,
Judy Mowatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantaleimon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arab on Radar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tommy Roe,
Prince Buster,
Moebius,
Kenny Larkin,
Tim Buckley,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
the Slits,
The Real Kids,
Davy DMX,
Vainqueur,
Chris & Cosey,
Unrelated Segments,
X-102,
EPMD,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Goldenarms,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.