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 Togo and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television,
The Real Kids,
The Skatalites,
Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
The Kinks,
F. McDonald,
Wings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eden Ahbez,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Toasters,
The New Christs,
Gregory Isaacs,
L. Decosne,
Mad Mike,
Ponytail,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Accadde A,
Easy Going,
Whodini,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronan,
Jawbox,
June of 44,
Todd Terry,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
Porter Ricks,
Au Pairs,
Echospace,
Jandek,
Spandau Ballet,
R.M.O.,
The Invisible,
Japan,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Count Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nirvana,
Brick,
Alison Limerick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
FM Einheit,
X-101,
Amazonics,
Rites of Spring,
Crash Course in Science,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kas Product,
The Velvet Underground,
Technova,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.