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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Byron Stingily to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Whodini,
KRS-One,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Remains,
Darondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
UT,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Television,
B.T. Express,
Tears for Fears,
Sister Nancy,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
Slick Rick,
Skriet,
Lakeside,
Magma,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barbara Tucker,
Gabor Szabo,
Yusef Lateef,
Bob Dylan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Prince Buster,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Fluxion,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
Nirvana,
The Gun Club,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Minny Pops,
Basic Channel,
Faust,
The Neon Judgement,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.