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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Boz Scaggs,
Ten City,
The Smoke,
Mantronix,
Q65,
The Leaves,
Boredoms,
Letta Mbulu,
Spoonie Gee,
the Association,
The Mojo Men,
The Velvet Underground,
Mr. Review,
Bill Wells,
Sister Nancy,
E-Dancer,
Black Flag,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Adolescents,
Soft Machine,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Radio Birdman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Clear Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure,
Eddi Front,
Eve St. Jones,
Fear,
Flipper,
Heaven 17,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Underground Resistance,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Womack,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Trumans Water,
cv313,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
Crooked Eye,
The Modern Lovers,
Faust,
Fatback Band,
the Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yaz,
Pantytec,
Junior Murvin,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.