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 Russia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Silicon Teens to the electroclash 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Gap Band,
New Order,
La Düsseldorf,
Duran Duran,
Lucky Dragons,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deadbeat,
The Happenings,
D'Angelo,
The Real Kids,
The Skatalites,
Nirvana,
Bronski Beat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liliput,
John Lydon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dead C,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tim Buckley,
Grey Daturas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fat Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Japan,
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spoonie Gee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
The Remains,
Chrome,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
the Association,
Organ,
Donny Hathaway,
New York Dolls,
OOIOO,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
Skriet,
Marc Almond,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Terry Callier,
Darondo,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic,
Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
The Residents,
Moss Icon,
Sister Nancy,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.