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 Mauritania and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the jazz 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jimmy McGriff,
Cal Tjader,
Organ,
Make Up,
Lucky Dragons,
Barrington Levy,
Lightning Bolt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
Ultra Naté,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
The Toasters,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Birthday Party,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Liliput,
LL Cool J,
Ten City,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Wire,
Ohio Players,
Ponytail,
The Raincoats,
The Fortunes,
Procol Harum,
Q and Not U,
Gabor Szabo,
Vainqueur,
Pole,
Mo-Dettes,
Kurtis Blow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
Altered Images,
Heaven 17,
Tears for Fears,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
Dark Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Mars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flipper,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.