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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
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 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 The Gun Club to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
Yellowson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Mantronix,
Blake Baxter,
The Birthday Party,
Can,
Skaos,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oneida,
Toni Rubio,
X-Ray Spex,
The Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Severed Heads,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
Barrington Levy,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
Little Man,
Radiohead,
Mission of Burma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül,
Nas,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moleskins,
China Crisis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donny Hathaway,
Nirvana,
Mad Mike,
The Litter,
Shuggie Otis,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Charles Mingus,
Fugazi,
Derrick Morgan,
Arcadia,
Alice Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
Scrapy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marvin Gaye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Almond,
cv313,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nik Kershaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.