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 London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Names to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mission of Burma,
Tres Demented,
Agitation Free,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blossom Toes,
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
This Heat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
The Red Krayola,
The Saints,
DJ Sneak,
OOIOO,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The New Christs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roger Hodgson,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum,
The Raincoats,
Bang On A Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Clear Light,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Man Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Young Marble Giants,
48th St. Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Fat Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Marine Girls,
Nico,
Wings,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
Stiv Bators,
Supertramp,
Brand Nubian,
Aloha Tigers,
Patti Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter & Gordon,
FM Einheit,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.