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 Mauritius and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
AZ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minnie Riperton,
X-101,
The United States of America,
Alison Limerick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Motorama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gladiators,
F. McDonald,
Eurythmics,
Althea and Donna,
Smog,
Japan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick May,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Index,
Heaven 17,
Mark Hollis,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye,
E-Dancer,
The Beau Brummels,
Eli Mardock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
La Düsseldorf,
Minutemen,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fuzztones,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magma,
Chris & Cosey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barrington Levy,
Angry Samoans,
John Lydon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars,
Animal Collective,
Patti Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faust,
Traffic Nightmare,
MC5,
Camberwell Now,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radio Birdman,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.