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 Gambia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Arcadia to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Massinfluence,
The Seeds,
The Dead C,
The Last Poets,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
Depeche Mode,
Radiohead,
The Wake,
World's Most,
Bobby Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
ABC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aaron Thompson,
The Invisible,
DNA,
Michelle Simonal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tears for Fears,
Sight & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Oblivians,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Stereo Dub,
Black Bananas,
EPMD,
Deadbeat,
Skaos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
The Slackers,
Donny Hathaway,
U.S. Maple,
Kayak,
Rekid,
Sound Behaviour,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
The Litter,
Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
Tres Demented,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Malaria!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harry Pussy,
The Fortunes,
Theoretical Girls,
The Trojans,
Soft Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.