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 Brazil and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gap Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Franke,
Slick Rick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
The J.B.'s,
Graham Central Station,
X-101,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacob Miller,
Tres Demented,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Move,
The Evens,
D'Angelo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Oblivians,
Robert Görl,
Procol Harum,
Eric Copeland,
the Association,
Monks,
The Mummies,
Whodini,
Visage,
Section 25,
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Qualms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Red Krayola,
Dual Sessions,
Tommy Roe,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maurizio,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rosa Yemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Residents,
UT,
Joey Negro,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
Ponytail,
The Blackbyrds,
Sam Rivers,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.