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 Iceland and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Howard Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Womack,
Harmonia,
Derrick Morgan,
Talk Talk,
Cal Tjader,
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
Nirvana,
T.S.O.L.,
Anakelly,
Second Layer,
Marshall Jefferson,
One Last Wish,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Faust,
June Days,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grey Daturas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
Stiv Bators,
Fluxion,
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
Lalann,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Bluetip,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sound,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
Visage,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
Toni Rubio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Normal,
Ronan,
Pulsallama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bush Tetras,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boredoms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Christie,
Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.