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 Panama 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh,
Camberwell Now,
Heaven 17,
KRS-One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
The J.B.'s,
Symarip,
Underground Resistance,
Radiohead,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Michelle Simonal,
Subhumans,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
R.M.O.,
Drive Like Jehu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur,
The Gap Band,
Blake Baxter,
The Leaves,
Niagra,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drexciya,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Goldenarms,
the Human League,
Eurythmics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Talk Talk,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
Althea and Donna,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moss Icon,
Nas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Style,
Cheater Slicks,
Fugazi,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
Thompson Twins,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.