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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 One Last Wish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Malaria!,
Roxy Music,
Joe Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
KRS-One,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rufus Thomas,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nico,
Japan,
Deadbeat,
Patti Smith,
Infiniti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
EPMD,
Pantytec,
Joy Division,
Joyce Sims,
Altered Images,
Tres Demented,
Bluetip,
Fad Gadget,
Magma,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
Piero Umiliani,
Pere Ubu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
The Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Bad Manners,
Ludus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cecil Taylor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
Q and Not U,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
Marc Almond,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Foxx,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.