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 Cuba and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ossler to the grunge 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Vainqueur,
Roxette,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kayak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Max Romeo,
ABC,
Magazine,
Rapeman,
Amazonics,
Suburban Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Zero Boys,
The Last Poets,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Young Marble Giants,
Don Cherry,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
ABBA,
Kas Product,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cymande,
Eric Copeland,
Thompson Twins,
Marvin Gaye,
Yellowson,
Harmonia,
Nick Fraelich,
Morten Harket,
Warsaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
Section 25,
Pantytec,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
Funkadelic,
Banda Bassotti,
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slits,
Parry Music,
AZ,
Eve St. Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maurizio,
The Doors,
Bush Tetras,
Ultravox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.