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 Tonga and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Amazonics to the punk 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Moebius,
Funky Four + One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gap Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
Sixth Finger,
Quadrant,
New Age Steppers,
Blossom Toes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Underground Resistance,
Dead Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Womack,
Barrington Levy,
Susan Cadogan,
Los Fastidios,
The Grass Roots,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pop Group,
Idris Muhammad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Half Japanese,
Terry Callier,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Max Romeo,
The Techniques,
Minor Threat,
John Coltrane,
JFA,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
The Music Machine,
The Fall,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
Angry Samoans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül II,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fatback Band,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.