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 Comoros and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
H. Thieme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Piero Umiliani,
Clear Light,
Soft Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Isaac Hayes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Görl,
The Trojans,
Interpol,
Mars,
The Toasters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ornette Coleman,
Reuben Wilson,
Freddie Wadling,
Slick Rick,
The Offenders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monochrome Set,
Zapp,
X-102,
Bobby Sherman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Japan,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
Max Romeo,
The Slits,
Sandy B,
These Immortal Souls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Byron Stingily,
Scrapy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Connie Case,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.