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 Seychelles and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Kayak to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Hot Snakes,
Yellowson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharoah Sanders,
Main Source,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
Henry Cow,
Eric Copeland,
Fat Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
Sparks,
John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
PIL,
cv313,
Warren Ellis,
Slave,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick May,
The Durutti Column,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Sherman,
Ice-T,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grauzone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
These Immortal Souls,
Deadbeat,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Lynne,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Buckinghams,
Kurtis Blow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Music Machine,
Al Stewart,
Newcleus,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.