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 Pakistan and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Fatback Band to the disco 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q and Not U,
Essential Logic,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
Tim Buckley,
Amazonics,
Symarip,
The Index,
Black Moon,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
The Martian,
Television Personalities,
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
The Gap Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Lydon,
Robert Görl,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
The Grass Roots,
B.T. Express,
The Associates,
World's Most,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gong,
Pantaleimon,
Morten Harket,
Crime,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Panda Bear,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Oneida,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pop Group,
Sonic Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vladislav Delay,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.