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 France and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Clear Light to the funk 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
Chrome,
cv313,
Q65,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
Theoretical Girls,
The Trojans,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultra Naté,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
The Skatalites,
Cybotron,
The Slits,
L. Decosne,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pretty Things,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Porter Ricks,
Organ,
Japan,
Sun City Girls,
Surgeon,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funkadelic,
Visage,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
MC5,
Pagans,
The Offenders,
The Cramps,
Jandek,
The Kinks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Wings,
Bauhaus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moby Grape,
Iggy Pop,
Harmonia,
Quadrant,
Judy Mowatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Flag,
Alice Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.