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 Tanzania and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Buzzcocks to the funk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fall,
Derrick May,
KRS-One,
Theoretical Girls,
The Stooges,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Young Marble Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yellowson,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Talk Talk,
Blossom Toes,
The Residents,
Fluxion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Last Poets,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Clear Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grauzone,
ABBA,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ituana,
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Agent Orange,
Subhumans,
Barclay James Harvest,
The United States of America,
Aural Exciters,
John Lydon,
Nico,
Deakin,
The Beau Brummels,
Henry Cow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Juan Atkins,
Loose Ends,
Massinfluence,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skriet,
The Leaves,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker,
OOIOO,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sound Behaviour,
Anakelly,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Supertramp,
The Searchers,
Deadbeat,
Hashim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.