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 Senegal 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Country Teasers to the punk 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fat Boys,
Colin Newman,
Lakeside,
Buzzcocks,
The United States of America,
Nas,
Erykah Badu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crime,
Rites of Spring,
JFA,
Black Bananas,
Neu!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacques Brel,
Second Layer,
The Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
EPMD,
Aaron Thompson,
Malaria!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantytec,
Parry Music,
Rekid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Index,
Q65,
The Golliwogs,
Moss Icon,
Tubeway Army,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roger Hodgson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Christie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fluxion,
The Barracudas,
Laurel Aitken,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter,
D'Angelo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Hood,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.