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 Iceland and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 JFA to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Bronski Beat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Lynne,
Isaac Hayes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fall,
Wasted Youth,
The Gap Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
Sun City Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Searchers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Vogues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hasil Adkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
Absolute Body Control,
Swans,
Outsiders,
Technova,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
Michelle Simonal,
The American Breed,
The Invisible,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Womack,
The Neon Judgement,
Sällskapet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
The Five Americans,
The Red Krayola,
Subhumans,
Charles Mingus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.