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 Qatar and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Black Pus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blues Magoos,
Josef K,
Arab on Radar,
B.T. Express,
Cybotron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cheater Slicks,
E-Dancer,
The Fortunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wolf Eyes,
Fear,
LL Cool J,
Basic Channel,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Germs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thompson Twins,
Brass Construction,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
PIL,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
Bang On A Can,
June Days,
Ice-T,
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
Parry Music,
Arcadia,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Massinfluence,
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
Ultravox,
Monks,
The Litter,
The Dave Clark Five,
a-ha,
Dark Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Jacques Brel,
Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
Vladislav Delay,
Pole,
Delon & Dalcan,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.