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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Brand Nubian,
Pere Ubu,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pop Group,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
Sam Rivers,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Aural Exciters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tommy Roe,
Carl Craig,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Stooges,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Procol Harum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül II,
Isaac Hayes,
the Human League,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Altered Images,
Drexciya,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Real Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
Subhumans,
The Neon Judgement,
Flipper,
Gerry Rafferty,
Whodini,
Wally Richardson,
Sarah Menescal,
Nico,
Peter & Gordon,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.