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 Mali and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cameo to the disco 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Dave Gahan,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vainqueur,
the Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brand Nubian,
Tres Demented,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aaron Thompson,
Ten City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Severed Heads,
Deakin,
The Modern Lovers,
Unwound,
Wolf Eyes,
Crime,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Al Stewart,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Y Pants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Howard Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantaleimon,
One Last Wish,
Underground Resistance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Isaac Hayes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neu!,
Yellowson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
U.S. Maple,
The Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Flipper,
Gichy Dan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
48th St. Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
the Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Technova,
Eric Dolphy,
Rotary Connection,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.