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 St Lucia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the jazz 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blake Baxter,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flipper,
Pierre Henry,
Dual Sessions,
Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
The Litter,
Joyce Sims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Ornette Coleman,
Absolute Body Control,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Make Up,
Procol Harum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Morten Harket,
The Move,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
Sly & The Family Stone,
This Heat,
David McCallum,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Clarke,
The Music Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Almond,
Dawn Penn,
The American Breed,
John Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
the Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Detroit Cobras,
Trumans Water,
Ten City,
Nirvana,
Idris Muhammad,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Peter and Kerry,
Don Cherry,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
Lakeside,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.