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 Belgium and from Tokyo.
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 Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Black Moon to the crunk 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Human League,
Sun Ra,
Symarip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Enemy,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-Ray Spex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sex Pistols,
The Selecter,
The Fortunes,
Little Man,
Pulsallama,
Pussy Galore,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Terry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
Thompson Twins,
Cameo,
June of 44,
Eurythmics,
Man Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Eddi Front,
MC5,
the Human League,
Aswad,
Agent Orange,
Althea and Donna,
Flash Fearless,
Barrington Levy,
KRS-One,
Gabor Szabo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Judy Mowatt,
ABC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jandek,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Average White Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
EPMD,
The Raincoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wings,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Style,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.