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 Micronesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blues Magoos to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The J.B.'s,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Victims,
The Gun Club,
These Immortal Souls,
Rotary Connection,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spandau Ballet,
Marmalade,
Camberwell Now,
Ornette Coleman,
Dark Day,
Popol Vuh,
Magazine,
Country Teasers,
Erykah Badu,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick May,
Stiv Bators,
John Cale,
Japan,
Second Layer,
Todd Terry,
The Wake,
Masters at Work,
48th St. Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Infiniti,
B.T. Express,
AZ,
The Velvet Underground,
The Selecter,
The Skatalites,
Rosa Yemen,
June of 44,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Kinks,
Robert Wyatt,
Henry Cow,
Main Source,
Spoonie Gee,
Wasted Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Idris Muhammad,
Accadde A,
Brothers Johnson,
The Count Five,
Anakelly,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
Moby Grape,
The Busters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
H. Thieme,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.