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 Burkina 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Trojans to the jazz 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Zeros,
Rufus Thomas,
Gabor Szabo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dennis Brown,
Mo-Dettes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Fraelich,
Soulsonic Force,
Wings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
Faust,
Sun Ra,
Los Fastidios,
Kerri Chandler,
The Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yaz,
Sight & Sound,
Man Parrish,
David McCallum,
Sällskapet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James White and The Blacks,
Lightning Bolt,
Talk Talk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
Albert Ayler,
The Remains,
Negative Approach,
Colin Newman,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-102,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter,
Jawbox,
Animal Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Althea and Donna,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.