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 Bahamas and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 The Gladiators to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Music Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Brothers Johnson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare,
Sonic Youth,
Simply Red,
Roxette,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ponytail,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
Yusef Lateef,
Marmalade,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
ABC,
John Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick Morgan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed,
Boz Scaggs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hot Snakes,
Barrington Levy,
Pantytec,
Gichy Dan,
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Buzzcocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q and Not U,
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
FM Einheit,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
The Motions,
Kas Product,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.