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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 These Immortal Souls to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Accadde A,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smiths,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Hill,
Thompson Twins,
John Lydon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sixth Finger,
Cymande,
Subhumans,
Chris & Cosey,
New Order,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
Ultravox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Negative Approach,
Mantronix,
Amazonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Offenders,
Aaron Thompson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Angels of Light,
Warsaw,
Faust,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
Flash Fearless,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siglo XX,
Echospace,
The Index,
Visage,
June Days,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Susan Cadogan,
Mark Hollis,
X-101,
Wings,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
T. Rex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's 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.