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 Poland and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 the Association to the disco 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Pagans,
Iggy Pop,
Model 500,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Music Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Marmalade,
Babytalk,
Crime,
The Golliwogs,
In Retrospect,
The Gories,
Country Teasers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5,
Oneida,
The Mummies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young,
Connie Case,
Television Personalities,
Skriet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
John Holt,
Siglo XX,
Second Layer,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
Mandrill,
Ultra Naté,
X-Ray Spex,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lungfish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül II,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quando Quango,
Eli Mardock,
Bronski Beat,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Josef K,
Darondo,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed,
John Coltrane,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
Minny Pops,
Charles Mingus,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.