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 El Salvador and from London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 E-Dancer to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Wyatt,
Au Pairs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Technova,
Dead Boys,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The United States of America,
Arab on Radar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacob Miller,
Make Up,
The Names,
Bobby Womack,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glenn Branca,
Ronan,
Brick,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
Black Bananas,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pussy Galore,
The Mummies,
The Count Five,
Joe Finger,
The Martian,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
Jawbox,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Newcleus,
MDC,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pole,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joensuu 1685,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
The Cramps,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
Oneida,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Malaria!,
Monolake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.