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 El Salvador and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moody Blues,
Funky Four + One,
The Skatalites,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zapp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eden Ahbez,
Slave,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun City Girls,
The Grass Roots,
The Vogues,
Rosa Yemen,
Piero Umiliani,
The Star Department,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
A Certain Ratio,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Peter & Gordon,
FM Einheit,
The Misunderstood,
Kurtis Blow,
Minny Pops,
Man Parrish,
Masters at Work,
The Smiths,
The Fall,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Qualms,
Roxy Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visage,
Con Funk Shun,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slackers,
Flipper,
Matthew Bourne,
The Raincoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smoke,
Subhumans,
Lower 48,
Derrick May,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.