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 Algeria and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Severed Heads to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oneida,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
Moby Grape,
Blancmange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arcadia,
Bauhaus,
Shoche,
Arab on Radar,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
New Order,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unwound,
Average White Band,
The Victims,
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
Gastr Del Sol,
B.T. Express,
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
Skarface,
ABC,
Nas,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk,
The Angels of Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delta 5,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Eve St. Jones,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
FM Einheit,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.