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 Japan and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABC to the funk 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crooked Eye,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxy Music,
Black Moon,
the Normal,
The Pop Group,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Desert Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang of Four,
Henry Cow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
The Busters,
Bobby Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis,
The United States of America,
Robert Görl,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Pulsallama,
Howard Jones,
Kayak,
Moby Grape,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moleskins,
Josef K,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anthony Braxton,
Popol Vuh,
The Gap Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Niagra,
Unrelated Segments,
The Beau Brummels,
Excepter,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blues Magoos,
Depeche Mode,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cymande,
Pylon,
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.