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 Hungary and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Glenn Branca 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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Ludus,
Hoover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fatback Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mr. Review,
Bob Dylan,
Television Personalities,
Dead Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Techniques,
Wings,
Model 500,
Bobby Womack,
Nico,
Skarface,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soulsonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Radiohead,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
The Invisible,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry's Kids,
Patti Smith,
The Remains,
Faraquet,
Organ,
Rod Modell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zapp,
The Durutti Column,
Gong,
DJ Sneak,
Chrome,
48th St. Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Infiniti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shuggie Otis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Trojans,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.