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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
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 Donald Fagen 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 The Dave Clark Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rekid,
Pussy Galore,
Alphaville,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
The Velvet Underground,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Guru Guru,
Schoolly D,
Ultravox,
Chris Corsano,
Y Pants,
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
Metal Thangz,
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
Essential Logic,
Soul II Soul,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
Supertramp,
Mission of Burma,
Man Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Names,
Mr. Review,
Eurythmics,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
New York Dolls,
Graham Central Station,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
Lalann,
Audionom,
Avey Tare,
Vainqueur,
Stereo Dub,
Judy Mowatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erasure,
Lower 48,
Gang of Four,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skarface,
Amon Düül,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Litter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kayak,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.