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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brass Construction to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Josef K,
Barrington Levy,
Ice-T,
Bronski Beat,
Tubeway Army,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Easy Going,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
Intrusion,
Lalann,
Ossler,
The Star Department,
DJ Style,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nirvana,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Delta 5,
Chris & Cosey,
The Searchers,
Desert Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang of Four,
Blossom Toes,
Fat Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Janne Schatter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
Japan,
Silicon Teens,
Yaz,
Ituana,
Todd Terry,
EPMD,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Fugazi,
Soft Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minutemen,
Little Man,
The Raincoats,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dead C,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.