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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Rapeman to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Normal,
Ronan,
The Young Rascals,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wally Richardson,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
Anakelly,
The Techniques,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
The Beau Brummels,
Alton Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
Underground Resistance,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Erasure,
Fear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rakim,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
Byron Stingily,
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
Los Fastidios,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
Spoonie Gee,
Metal Thangz,
Ohio Players,
FM Einheit,
the Fania All-Stars,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Con Funk Shun,
Groovy Waters,
June of 44,
Joey Negro,
EPMD,
Section 25,
Technova,
Flipper,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Flag,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crime,
Cheater Slicks,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Depeche Mode,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.