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 Togo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
Dead Boys,
The Associates,
Average White Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Stooges,
Sällskapet,
kango's stein massive,
Grauzone,
Nick Fraelich,
The Five Americans,
David Axelrod,
Steve Hackett,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes,
The Leaves,
T.S.O.L.,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Toasters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erasure,
Con Funk Shun,
Ludus,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wally Richardson,
Jandek,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents,
Kenny Larkin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar,
The Wake,
The Evens,
Sugar Minott,
The Cramps,
The Move,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
Lindisfarne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Khruangbin,
Y Pants,
Lightning Bolt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.