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 Seychelles and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Symarip to the grunge 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Move,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zapp,
Sonic Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiohead,
Motorama,
New Order,
Eric Dolphy,
Yellowson,
The Leaves,
Camberwell Now,
The Zeros,
The Associates,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moleskins,
Symarip,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Hill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Grass Roots,
Pere Ubu,
Fugazi,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
Colin Newman,
Rosa Yemen,
Adolescents,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alison Limerick,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones,
Make Up,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Bananas,
Deepchord,
Barbara Tucker,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
Moss Icon,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.