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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blake Baxter to the jazz 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roger Hodgson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
Mr. Review,
MC5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tomorrow,
Crime,
Buzzcocks,
X-102,
The Index,
The Happenings,
The Invisible,
Skarface,
Rakim,
E-Dancer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David McCallum,
The Raincoats,
Scratch Acid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Wyatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
T. Rex,
Lalann,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Womack,
H. Thieme,
Ornette Coleman,
The Durutti Column,
Tears for Fears,
Supertramp,
Can,
Dual Sessions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Buckinghams,
Faust,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.