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 Mexico 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Davy DMX,
Ponytail,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pylon,
Roxy Music,
Rod Modell,
John Foxx,
ABC,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Japan,
The Happenings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket,
Crash Course in Science,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cure,
Flipper,
Mr. Review,
Crispian St. Peters,
Prince Buster,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
Severed Heads,
Make Up,
Lou Christie,
H. Thieme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shuggie Otis,
Henry Cow,
Darondo,
Basic Channel,
Fatback Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Lydon,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Organ,
PIL,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Jawbox,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
Eden Ahbez,
Isaac Hayes,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.