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 San Marino and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Pagans,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thee Headcoats,
Index,
The Doors,
Iggy Pop,
David Axelrod,
Lakeside,
John Lydon,
Warsaw,
Y Pants,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Janne Schatter,
X-102,
CMW,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
Make Up,
Excepter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fear,
The Mummies,
Graham Central Station,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deepchord,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
The Index,
Schoolly D,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
Fatback Band,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
Cheater Slicks,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter & Gordon,
Cybotron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
ABC,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.