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 Chad and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar 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 Stetsasonic to the grunge 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions 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?
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker,
Rekid,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Urselle,
Boz Scaggs,
The Young Rascals,
Metal Thangz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
U.S. Maple,
The Doors,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Camouflage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faust,
Gabor Szabo,
48th St. Collective,
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiohead,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
Slick Rick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soulsonic Force,
Neu!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter & Gordon,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Green,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mojo Men,
Echospace,
Parry Music,
Grauzone,
Bauhaus,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Red Krayola,
Blancmange,
The Happenings,
The Walker Brothers,
Talk Talk,
H. Thieme,
John Holt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.