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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Depeche Mode to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Lightning Bolt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick May,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
Suburban Knight,
The Smiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Morten Harket,
10cc,
Television,
Urselle,
Josef K,
Soft Machine,
Roxy Music,
Index,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names,
Fat Boys,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül II,
The Velvet Underground,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood,
The Divine Comedy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABBA,
The Beau Brummels,
Mo-Dettes,
MC5,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mandrill,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy Collins,
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.