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 Peru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Sarah Menescal to the grunge 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Model 500,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
Lalann,
Bluetip,
Royal Trux,
Unrelated Segments,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
Eurythmics,
Warsaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust,
Qualms,
The Litter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Angels of Light,
Janne Schatter,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
F. McDonald,
Chris & Cosey,
Sight & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marine Girls,
The Techniques,
John Lydon,
Joe Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Aswad,
The New Christs,
The Wake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
a-ha,
Niagra,
The Buckinghams,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
Kenny Larkin,
AZ,
Cymande,
Alice Coltrane,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.