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 Ireland 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 Tremeloes to the dance 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mojo Men,
Danielle Patucci,
The Modern Lovers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wire,
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
June Days,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Selecter,
Main Source,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Goldenarms,
Susan Cadogan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Letta Mbulu,
Simply Red,
Sixth Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed,
The Associates,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joyce Sims,
Erasure,
Eden Ahbez,
Joy Division,
Terry Callier,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
Connie Case,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cure,
Patti Smith,
Ludus,
Parry Music,
Can,
10cc,
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Flipper,
Eric Dolphy,
Cal Tjader,
Nils Olav,
Pole,
Minnie Riperton,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents,
The Mummies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.