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 Japan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Rosa Yemen to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Outsiders,
Flipper,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
The New Christs,
EPMD,
Make Up,
Isaac Hayes,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Sherman,
Youth Brigade,
Radiohead,
Intrusion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
F. McDonald,
T.S.O.L.,
Whodini,
Erykah Badu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
Hashim,
Don Cherry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel,
Sam Rivers,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
Fear,
Section 25,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sarah Menescal,
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
Gang of Four,
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Halsall,
The Modern Lovers,
Symarip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Urselle,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vainqueur,
John Holt,
Bluetip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Fat Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
10cc,
The Vogues,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.