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 Jamaica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Loose Ends to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sandy B,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Darondo,
Von Mondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
One Last Wish,
Quando Quango,
Ludus,
Little Man,
Marmalade,
Gichy Dan,
Joyce Sims,
Pantaleimon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül,
Sällskapet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Searchers,
Loose Ends,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Terry,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ornette Coleman,
Marvin Gaye,
Niagra,
Brothers Johnson,
New Age Steppers,
Zero Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hot Snakes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zapp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Busters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Teasers,
D'Angelo,
Barrington Levy,
Reagan Youth,
Black Moon,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.