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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the jazz 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Grey Daturas,
Moby Grape,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David McCallum,
Magma,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Neon Judgement,
Erykah Badu,
Terry Callier,
Visage,
CMW,
Moebius,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Interpol,
Das Ding,
Joy Division,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
Fatback Band,
The Music Machine,
The Gories,
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Severed Heads,
Charles Mingus,
Gregory Isaacs,
FM Einheit,
Eric Copeland,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris & Cosey,
OOIOO,
Todd Rundgren,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Arab on Radar,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gun Club,
Throbbing Gristle,
D'Angelo,
Buzzcocks,
The Martian,
Amon Düül,
Patti Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Carl Craig,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skaos,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.