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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Metal Thangz to the techno 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
the Association,
Minny Pops,
the Bar-Kays,
Donald Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Piero Umiliani,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brothers Johnson,
the Human League,
Eurythmics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
Magma,
Flash Fearless,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Jacob Miller,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Green,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delta 5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
The Birthday Party,
John Foxx,
The Sound,
CMW,
The Cure,
Cluster,
DJ Style,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Jandek,
Yaz,
Bill Wells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cameo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alphaville,
The Gladiators,
Kayak,
The Victims,
L. Decosne,
Organ,
Susan Cadogan,
Funky Four + One,
Dave Gahan,
The Gories,
Royal Trux,
the Germs,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.