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 Finland and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Adolescents to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Görl,
Malaria!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
World's Most,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Junior Murvin,
X-102,
EPMD,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sällskapet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Symarip,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABC,
Duran Duran,
Marvin Gaye,
Mad Mike,
Public Enemy,
Peter & Gordon,
Tom Boy,
Joy Division,
Q and Not U,
Animal Collective,
the Human League,
Fela Kuti,
The Monks,
Yaz,
Banda Bassotti,
Model 500,
B.T. Express,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flamin' Groovies,
This Heat,
Unwound,
The Leaves,
Joe Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantytec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Mr. Review,
Quando Quango,
Slick Rick,
Nico,
Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dawn Penn,
The Cowsills,
Little Man,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.