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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Little Man to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
kango's stein massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantytec,
John Foxx,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
Guru Guru,
Outsiders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ponytail,
Joe Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
The Standells,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lucky Dragons,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
Fela Kuti,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grey Daturas,
Simply Red,
Iggy Pop,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang On A Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Alton Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Christie,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Steve Hackett,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
The Mummies,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.