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 Syria and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wolf Eyes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
MC5,
Amon Düül,
Max Romeo,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Theoretical Girls,
David McCallum,
a-ha,
Ituana,
The Kinks,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy Collins,
Camouflage,
Hardrive,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alton Ellis,
The Stooges,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
The New Christs,
DJ Style,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minutemen,
Negative Approach,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mars,
Lalann,
Bang On A Can,
The Toasters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wire,
Nils Olav,
Erykah Badu,
Susan Cadogan,
Sight & Sound,
Lungfish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
CMW,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Piero Umiliani,
Ludus,
Surgeon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
These Immortal Souls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Rundgren,
Morten Harket,
Joe Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.