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 Seychelles and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grime 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Godley & Creme,
Suicide,
Donny Hathaway,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Bad Manners,
Ludus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Blancmange,
Mr. Review,
Fatback Band,
Surgeon,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
Agent Orange,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Icehouse,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lungfish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Enemy,
Mantronix,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Basic Channel,
Hoover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Reagan Youth,
The Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radio Birdman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Bootsy Collins,
Von Mondo,
Moby Grape,
China Crisis,
Marcia Griffiths,
DNA,
the Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
Jerry's Kids,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.