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 Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Young Rascals to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Modern Lovers,
The Remains,
Das Ding,
The Gun Club,
Eli Mardock,
Donald Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Magazine,
Ralphi Rosario,
The United States of America,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
Joyce Sims,
Kas Product,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
Sex Pistols,
Q and Not U,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
Nik Kershaw,
The Angels of Light,
Moebius,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Black Moon,
Warsaw,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
The Moleskins,
Harmonia,
Visage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Procol Harum,
Adolescents,
Angry Samoans,
Steve Hackett,
Skriet,
Roxette,
Bobby Sherman,
Infiniti,
The Martian,
Rakim,
Symarip,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.