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 Armenia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 The Five Americans to the dance 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Ohio Players,
DJ Sneak,
H. Thieme,
Arcadia,
Rakim,
The Invisible,
The Slackers,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Victims,
Babytalk,
Con Funk Shun,
Crash Course in Science,
David McCallum,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley,
John Foxx,
Patti Smith,
Vainqueur,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Prince Buster,
the Normal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
Pylon,
Metal Thangz,
Sparks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
Terry Callier,
Lakeside,
Ludus,
The Gladiators,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Q and Not U,
The Vogues,
KRS-One,
A Certain Ratio,
Boz Scaggs,
Pole,
Lalann,
The Birthday Party,
Grauzone,
Oneida,
Barclay James Harvest,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
Skaos,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.