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 Egypt and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Iggy Pop to the electroclash 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Section 25,
Whodini,
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
Parry Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Residents,
Marmalade,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boredoms,
Marc Almond,
Basic Channel,
The Real Kids,
Qualms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dave Gahan,
Tears for Fears,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
The Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lower 48,
Eric Copeland,
Black Pus,
Jeff Mills,
David Bowie,
The Pretty Things,
Erykah Badu,
Skarface,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Steve Hackett,
Q65,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ken Boothe,
Heaven 17,
Crash Course in Science,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mummies,
The Knickerbockers,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Juan Atkins,
the Normal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young,
Audionom,
X-Ray Spex,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.