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 Morocco and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric Copeland to the crunk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Loose Ends,
Shuggie Otis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arthur Verocai,
Tears for Fears,
John Lydon,
Von Mondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultra Naté,
The Misunderstood,
Quantec,
Grauzone,
Babytalk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Royal Trux,
Eve St. Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mad Mike,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Christie,
The Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
Motorama,
Kayak,
Symarip,
The Motions,
Soul II Soul,
Tommy Roe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cymande,
Sexual Harrassment,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sparks,
Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Joe Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smiths,
The Gladiators,
DJ Sneak,
Juan Atkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cameo,
June of 44,
The Residents,
Donald Byrd,
Second Layer,
Derrick Morgan,
Donny Hathaway,
Byron Stingily,
Index,
The Dead C,
Camberwell Now,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Terry Callier,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.