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 Ireland 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Bobby Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brick,
James White and The Blacks,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Second Layer,
Piero Umiliani,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos,
Lower 48,
The New Christs,
Los Fastidios,
Monks,
JFA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
Derrick Morgan,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ponytail,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deadbeat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Clear Light,
The Gun Club,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eli Mardock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Wyatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Last Poets,
Pantaleimon,
Subhumans,
Accadde A,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Knickerbockers,
Unwound,
Index,
Suburban Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Inner City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
David Bowie,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.