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 Maldives and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Rakim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Nirvana,
The Last Poets,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rekid,
Kurtis Blow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Yaz,
Thompson Twins,
China Crisis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suicide,
Maurizio,
Darondo,
Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ice-T,
Tommy Roe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camouflage,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Negative Approach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cluster,
Deadbeat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Teasers,
Don Cherry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
World's Most,
Sandy B,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxette,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
Black Moon,
Cymande,
Skaos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mad Mike,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scion,
Bill Near,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.