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 Bahrain and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Joe Finger to the funk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
EPMD,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smiths,
The American Breed,
The Gun Club,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
Barrington Levy,
Q and Not U,
La Düsseldorf,
The Zeros,
Symarip,
Ornette Coleman,
Wolf Eyes,
Khruangbin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Sam Rivers,
Harry Pussy,
Grey Daturas,
Carl Craig,
Excepter,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Offenders,
Cecil Taylor,
June of 44,
Scientists,
Leonard Cohen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sällskapet,
Technova,
Boz Scaggs,
New York Dolls,
June Days,
Hardrive,
Alice Coltrane,
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Stiv Bators,
Audionom,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lungfish,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacques Brel,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
Sound Behaviour,
The Stooges,
Kas Product,
Piero Umiliani,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.