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 Ukraine and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 L. Decosne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
ABC,
Kaleidoscope,
Rapeman,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lucky Dragons,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads,
Faust,
Joy Division,
Nirvana,
The Count Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Loose Ends,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
a-ha,
Harmonia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
Bob Dylan,
UT,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crime,
the Sonics,
China Crisis,
Eric Dolphy,
The Trojans,
Rakim,
The Leaves,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
Camberwell Now,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Association,
Buzzcocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skaos,
Urselle,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantaleimon,
Deakin,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.