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 Kuwait and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Guru Guru to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
LL Cool J,
The Modern Lovers,
Mission of Burma,
Al Stewart,
Unrelated Segments,
Minutemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Scratch Acid,
Dark Day,
Jeff Lynne,
MC5,
a-ha,
Lower 48,
Eden Ahbez,
Soulsonic Force,
Anakelly,
Patti Smith,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
Heaven 17,
Technova,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Index,
EPMD,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cure,
CMW,
the Swans,
Scion,
Dawn Penn,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
Trumans Water,
New Age Steppers,
Nik Kershaw,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
Alphaville,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Green,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kayak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
Harpers Bizarre,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun City Girls,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Vogues,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.