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 Lebanon and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Schoolly D to the disco 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
Sun City Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lakeside,
Infiniti,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
The United States of America,
Flipper,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
The Slits,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
Scion,
DJ Style,
Sex Pistols,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fat Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Eden Ahbez,
Malaria!,
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
The Toasters,
Audionom,
Lindisfarne,
The Invisible,
Bang On A Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cecil Taylor,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
Cymande,
Surgeon,
Essential Logic,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
AZ,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Marmalade,
Alphaville,
Colin Newman,
Harry Pussy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.