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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Ultimate Spinach to the disco 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Index,
Q65,
Bluetip,
The Last Poets,
Juan Atkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
Buzzcocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
The Five Americans,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
Icehouse,
Scion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Excepter,
Nik Kershaw,
Pussy Galore,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Velvet Underground,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
E-Dancer,
Bush Tetras,
Cal Tjader,
F. McDonald,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slits,
David Bowie,
This Heat,
Tubeway Army,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maleditus Sound,
Section 25,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roger Hodgson,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker,
Negative Approach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faust,
Idris Muhammad,
Iggy Pop,
Bad Manners,
Banda Bassotti,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Byrd,
10cc,
ABBA,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.