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 Mauritania and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slave to the rock 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Main Source,
John Foxx,
Thee Headcoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Rundgren,
Trumans Water,
World's Most,
Das Ding,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Five Americans,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
Babytalk,
Spandau Ballet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Grass Roots,
The Zeros,
Lou Christie,
Rites of Spring,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Age Steppers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
Monolake,
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
Bob Dylan,
Sällskapet,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blancmange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anakelly,
UT,
This Heat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Music Machine,
Inner City,
Tres Demented,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiohead,
The Toasters,
The Monks,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.