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 Zimbabwe and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rufus Thomas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gories,
Deadbeat,
The Fuzztones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Buzzcocks,
Sister Nancy,
Make Up,
The Music Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
Bauhaus,
This Heat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonic Youth,
Accadde A,
Das Ding,
Minutemen,
the Germs,
Agitation Free,
Magazine,
Matthew Bourne,
The Stooges,
Eddi Front,
New York Dolls,
Wolf Eyes,
Grey Daturas,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Altered Images,
Oblivians,
The Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Bad Manners,
Essential Logic,
Lalann,
Lakeside,
Ornette Coleman,
Kas Product,
The Tremeloes,
Deepchord,
Fluxion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moebius,
the Association,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blancmange,
EPMD,
Lyres,
China Crisis,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
Warren Ellis,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.