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 Slovakia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Schoolly D to the grime 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Blake Baxter,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
H. Thieme,
The Saints,
Nas,
Lalann,
Average White Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Harmonia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Half Japanese,
Soulsonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Osbourne,
Silicon Teens,
Flamin' Groovies,
PIL,
Ronan,
Robert Wyatt,
Angry Samoans,
Mark Hollis,
AZ,
Ultravox,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul II Soul,
Supertramp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Deepchord,
Nils Olav,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mr. Review,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Human League,
The Fortunes,
Sparks,
Juan Atkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Sneak,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.