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 Tunisia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Mo-Dettes 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 Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rotary Connection,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
Deadbeat,
The Offenders,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Womack,
Gong,
Susan Cadogan,
Dead Boys,
Connie Case,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang of Four,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Inner City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funky Four + One,
These Immortal Souls,
Anthony Braxton,
The Leaves,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod,
Khruangbin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
EPMD,
The Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Jeff Mills,
Dennis Brown,
The Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Oneida,
Audionom,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Hill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slits,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.