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 Yemen and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skatalites to the grunge 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
ABC,
The Music Machine,
Qualms,
Neu!,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
Trumans Water,
China Crisis,
The Angels of Light,
The Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare,
K-Klass,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris Corsano,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
Porter Ricks,
Harry Pussy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barrington Levy,
Skaos,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Excepter,
The Golliwogs,
Monks,
X-102,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
Pantaleimon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
Animal Collective,
Brick,
Slave,
The Associates,
Lou Reed,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Flag,
Technova,
Rites of Spring,
Vladislav Delay,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
The Doobie Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.