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 Burundi and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Roxy Music to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Popol Vuh,
Flamin' Groovies,
R.M.O.,
Mr. Review,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joyce Sims,
Silicon Teens,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
Laurel Aitken,
Moss Icon,
Bizarre Inc.,
48th St. Collective,
Nico,
a-ha,
The Fugs,
Skriet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
The Wake,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Holt,
Angry Samoans,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
Junior Murvin,
The Move,
K-Klass,
KRS-One,
Bauhaus,
Barbara Tucker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Nas,
Deepchord,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anthony Braxton,
Outsiders,
Quando Quango,
Talk Talk,
Underground Resistance,
The Five Americans,
John Lydon,
Lyres,
Brick,
the Slits,
The Kinks,
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.