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 Papua New Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roy Ayers to the grime 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Finger,
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
Brand Nubian,
Marmalade,
Byron Stingily,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Residents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong,
ABBA,
Chris Corsano,
Guru Guru,
Erasure,
Tim Buckley,
Rod Modell,
Negative Approach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry's Kids,
Zero Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Q and Not U,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Lyres,
Porter Ricks,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
The Victims,
Bobby Womack,
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
The Toasters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angry Samoans,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fall,
Derrick May,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.