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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
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 Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Eve St. Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Sällskapet,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
The Dirtbombs,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül,
KRS-One,
Banda Bassotti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tommy Roe,
Sam Rivers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Toni Rubio,
Gabor Szabo,
Bush Tetras,
Rufus Thomas,
Dual Sessions,
Dark Day,
Neil Young,
Saccharine Trust,
The Misunderstood,
Kas Product,
Blossom Toes,
Moby Grape,
Roxette,
Rotary Connection,
Soulsonic Force,
Deadbeat,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dead C,
Public Enemy,
Joy Division,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Sneak,
The Music Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Altered Images,
Crooked Eye,
Black Flag,
The Beau Brummels,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pole,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Eli Mardock,
The Fortunes,
Colin Newman,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.