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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Residents to the electroclash 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Gong,
Brick,
The Raincoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Sheep,
Max Romeo,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shuggie Otis,
Porter Ricks,
The Move,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grey Daturas,
Boredoms,
The Busters,
Kaleidoscope,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blossom Toes,
Tom Boy,
Roxy Music,
Prince Buster,
Little Man,
Make Up,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ohio Players,
Animal Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Faust,
Minny Pops,
Scratch Acid,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
Scan 7,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Audionom,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
Darondo,
Byron Stingily,
DNA,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantytec,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.