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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Ronnie Foster to the punk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agent Orange,
Judy Mowatt,
Lower 48,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispian St. Peters,
Darondo,
Lalann,
The Moody Blues,
a-ha,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
the Germs,
U.S. Maple,
Hardrive,
The Gories,
Gong,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agitation Free,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skriet,
Terry Callier,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Al Stewart,
The Knickerbockers,
Barbara Tucker,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
Rapeman,
Tim Buckley,
Ronan,
Max Romeo,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funky Four + One,
Funkadelic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alton Ellis,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Loose Ends,
Y Pants,
Roxy Music,
The Count Five,
Stiv Bators,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vainqueur,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
Inner City,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.