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 Algeria and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Doors to the funk 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
Reagan Youth,
The Evens,
Wolf Eyes,
Blancmange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Guru Guru,
Excepter,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gladiators,
Wire,
Whodini,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sällskapet,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick Morgan,
Infiniti,
Mr. Review,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
Tim Buckley,
Symarip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sister Nancy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
CMW,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Steve Hackett,
Gang of Four,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.