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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Tears for Fears to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tears for Fears,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fortunes,
Infiniti,
Aaron Thompson,
X-101,
MDC,
The New Christs,
Ohio Players,
The Smoke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
Metal Thangz,
Organ,
48th St. Collective,
Severed Heads,
Mo-Dettes,
a-ha,
Ituana,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
John Foxx,
Slave,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camouflage,
Anakelly,
The J.B.'s,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
Glenn Branca,
Crash Course in Science,
Tommy Roe,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
Technova,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aswad,
10cc,
Rufus Thomas,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moody Blues,
T. Rex,
MC5,
CMW,
The Busters,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire,
Alice Coltrane,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.