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 Bhutan and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Toni Rubio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Standells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scratch Acid,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
a-ha,
Quantec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kayak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
UT,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
48th St. Collective,
Organ,
Motorama,
Dark Day,
Sex Pistols,
Faraquet,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Finger,
Roxy Music,
Agent Orange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dave Gahan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Make Up,
Flamin' Groovies,
Theoretical Girls,
Barry Ungar,
The Monks,
Monks,
Nas,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
Masters at Work,
June Days,
The Music Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suicide,
Grauzone,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
Fear,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.