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 Australia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Zeros to the crunk 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
10cc,
Barry Ungar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dark Day,
the Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Duran Duran,
Nico,
The Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Infiniti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
The Young Rascals,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
Sparks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Leaves,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Green,
cv313,
La Düsseldorf,
Kas Product,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pop Group,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smoke,
Desert Stars,
Yellowson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Motions,
New Age Steppers,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
Iggy Pop,
In Retrospect,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol,
AZ,
The Angels of Light,
Drexciya,
Qualms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.