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 Poland and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Halsall,
Ituana,
Sight & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Josef K,
The Gun Club,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
Skriet,
Metal Thangz,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
David Bowie,
Wire,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
Alice Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
Arthur Verocai,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q and Not U,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
Hot Snakes,
Arcadia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacques Brel,
Panda Bear,
These Immortal Souls,
Tom Boy,
Urselle,
Jerry's Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eurythmics,
The Black Dice,
Alphaville,
Newcleus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
U.S. Maple,
Peter and Kerry,
Masters at Work,
Anakelly,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kas Product,
Fela Kuti,
The Slackers,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.