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 Beijing.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Easy Going to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Roxy Music,
John Foxx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siglo XX,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
The Smiths,
FM Einheit,
Amazonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nirvana,
Slick Rick,
48th St. Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
The Five Americans,
Cymande,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cramps,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Sheep,
The Slackers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
The Durutti Column,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Average White Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Divine Comedy,
Quadrant,
Bobby Sherman,
Symarip,
Eric Copeland,
The Cure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Terry,
Moss Icon,
Eden Ahbez,
New York Dolls,
Radio Birdman,
Kaleidoscope,
Flipper,
Bobby Womack,
Ultravox,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
Deadbeat,
The Skatalites,
Grauzone,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.