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 Korea South and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Womack to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Drive Like Jehu,
F. McDonald,
The Mummies,
Au Pairs,
Television Personalities,
Faust,
Mars,
Chris & Cosey,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker,
Interpol,
Bill Near,
Mo-Dettes,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos,
Amazonics,
June Days,
Tres Demented,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ornette Coleman,
Animal Collective,
Skarface,
The Cure,
The Happenings,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Moebius,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
The Motions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lightning Bolt,
Sugar Minott,
the Normal,
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Skatalites,
Zero Boys,
Y Pants,
Hot Snakes,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
The Buckinghams,
Curtis Mayfield,
Average White Band,
Kas Product,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
10cc,
Masters at Work,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.