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 Romania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minny Pops 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
Funky Four + One,
Barbara Tucker,
Donald Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Zapp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Starr,
Fear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
T. Rex,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DNA,
Joy Division,
This Heat,
Peter and Kerry,
ABBA,
Sex Pistols,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy Collins,
The Wake,
The Gun Club,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
John Foxx,
The Cowsills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Green,
the Normal,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Model 500,
Thee Headcoats,
Pagans,
The Knickerbockers,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visage,
Jerry's Kids,
Barry Ungar,
The Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
Y Pants,
Oblivians,
K-Klass,
Howard Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.