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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grunge 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Ken Boothe,
The Fortunes,
Howard Jones,
Adolescents,
Josef K,
Cameo,
Archie Shepp,
Altered Images,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
The Happenings,
Unwound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
Television,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Q65,
Skaos,
Ossler,
Royal Trux,
Von Mondo,
Tommy Roe,
Young Marble Giants,
The Music Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zero Boys,
Oneida,
Quantec,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moss Icon,
The Birthday Party,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yazoo,
Man Parrish,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Depeche Mode,
Charles Mingus,
Swell Maps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints,
Minutemen,
Wings,
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Massinfluence,
LL Cool J,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.