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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ornette Coleman to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Human League,
Yazoo,
The United States of America,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jawbox,
Slick Rick,
Groovy Waters,
X-102,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Normal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Half Japanese,
Magma,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yaz,
Deakin,
The Moody Blues,
Marine Girls,
The Move,
H. Thieme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spoonie Gee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
Girls At Our Best!,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Idris Muhammad,
Au Pairs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hardrive,
Oneida,
Dave Gahan,
John Holt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.