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 Philippines and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nico to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
Sixth Finger,
Barrington Levy,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Moon,
FM Einheit,
The Fugs,
Brand Nubian,
Icehouse,
Sonic Youth,
Mars,
the Slits,
Swell Maps,
Shuggie Otis,
The Red Krayola,
Black Flag,
Terry Callier,
Organ,
The Busters,
The Count Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
L. Decosne,
Soul II Soul,
Lightning Bolt,
James White and The Blacks,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerri Chandler,
Minny Pops,
Pierre Henry,
Iggy Pop,
Nirvana,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Stooges,
ABBA,
the Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smoke,
Von Mondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Agent Orange,
Donny Hathaway,
Japan,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric B and Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
June of 44,
Morten Harket,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.