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 Andorra and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül II to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scratch Acid,
Gichy Dan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pussy Galore,
The Raincoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quando Quango,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Axelrod,
The Barracudas,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oblivians,
Bush Tetras,
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
The Last Poets,
The Kinks,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Darondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Litter,
Siglo XX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Lydon,
DNA,
Das Ding,
The Associates,
Technova,
The Slackers,
Eric Dolphy,
Easy Going,
New Order,
Arcadia,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
PIL,
Nas,
Pole,
K-Klass,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Buzzcocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pylon,
Gang Green,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.