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 Jordan and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Little Man to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Cluster,
Animal Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Nirvana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Desert Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Josef K,
The Victims,
The Wake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints,
Bad Manners,
Pantytec,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faust,
Gong,
Ituana,
Marine Girls,
The Associates,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
Essential Logic,
The Fuzztones,
Magazine,
Eurythmics,
The Real Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Supertramp,
The Invisible,
The Divine Comedy,
The Misunderstood,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May,
Warren Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Blancmange,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lungfish,
Suburban Knight,
Lyres,
Skarface,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
Severed Heads,
World's Most,
Fear,
Unwound,
Albert Ayler,
Heaven 17,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.