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 Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Remains,
The Names,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hashim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Livin' Joy,
Babytalk,
Byron Stingily,
A Certain Ratio,
Joy Division,
Anakelly,
Shuggie Otis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Symarip,
World's Most,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris Corsano,
The Real Kids,
David McCallum,
Derrick May,
Average White Band,
Angry Samoans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott,
Bad Manners,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
UT,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slits,
The Associates,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Zeros,
Tres Demented,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.