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 Switzerland and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kaleidoscope to the rock 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Moody Blues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
Easy Going,
Gong,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
Fat Boys,
John Holt,
Jeff Lynne,
The Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Fela Kuti,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
One Last Wish,
Connie Case,
Eli Mardock,
Franke,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funky Four + One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Los Fastidios,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bauhaus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool Moe Dee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacob Miller,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deadbeat,
The Real Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Barracudas,
Subhumans,
The Wake,
Severed Heads,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Names,
Jeff Mills,
David Bowie,
Aswad,
48th St. Collective,
the Sonics,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.