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 Honduras and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Moebius to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work 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 Sisters of Mercy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Inner City,
Grauzone,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
Minor Threat,
Au Pairs,
The Young Rascals,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons,
The Skatalites,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dark Day,
Bobby Womack,
Gang of Four,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brand Nubian,
Ludus,
Deakin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
Ossler,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pretty Things,
Cluster,
Jawbox,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
Qualms,
X-101,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
Toni Rubio,
Cymande,
Iggy Pop,
Harmonia,
Erykah Badu,
EPMD,
Barry Ungar,
Nik Kershaw,
The Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
The Mummies,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Moon,
Q65,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.