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 Tanzania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Gerry Rafferty to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Smog,
Model 500,
Lalann,
Lou Christie,
Don Cherry,
Scientists,
Alison Limerick,
The Barracudas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dark Day,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls,
Graham Central Station,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Techniques,
Toni Rubio,
Bush Tetras,
The Fugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Dave Gahan,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
Colin Newman,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
Lou Reed,
Organ,
The American Breed,
Janne Schatter,
Ossler,
The Golliwogs,
Wally Richardson,
the Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonny Sharrock,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Enemy,
Pulsallama,
Ice-T,
The Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
John Foxx,
Skriet,
Cymande,
Bang On A Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
Negative Approach,
The Selecter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Flag,
Heaven 17,
Bluetip,
Supertramp,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.