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 Bahrain and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grunge 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Excepter,
Pere Ubu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kayak,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
Interpol,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neu!,
The Associates,
ABBA,
Wolf Eyes,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultra Naté,
Althea and Donna,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fad Gadget,
Moebius,
Freddie Wadling,
Silicon Teens,
Absolute Body Control,
the Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
The Last Poets,
Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Age Steppers,
Tubeway Army,
Whodini,
Hashim,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
Japan,
Average White Band,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.