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 Norway and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Parry Music to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Golliwogs,
Harry Pussy,
Qualms,
Newcleus,
Hot Snakes,
Wally Richardson,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Whodini,
The Seeds,
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
Albert Ayler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erasure,
Altered Images,
Magazine,
Section 25,
Joensuu 1685,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül,
James White and The Blacks,
L. Decosne,
Jerry's Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anakelly,
Silicon Teens,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül II,
Aswad,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
Nick Fraelich,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
Hoover,
Delta 5,
Gang Gang Dance,
AZ,
Japan,
La Düsseldorf,
DNA,
The Fire Engines,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
David Bowie,
Kas Product,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Davy DMX,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.