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 Israel and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Howard Jones to the rock 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Symarip,
The Skatalites,
Q and Not U,
Fugazi,
Sällskapet,
Ohio Players,
The Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arthur Verocai,
Alphaville,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
Unwound,
Angry Samoans,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Hood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
Iggy Pop,
The Fugs,
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
One Last Wish,
Wire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
Terry Callier,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABC,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
DNA,
Bad Manners,
Japan,
The United States of America,
Funkadelic,
The Smiths,
Alice Coltrane,
The Litter,
Eli Mardock,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
The Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick May,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.