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 Togo and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Soulsonic Force to the electroclash 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Jacques Brel,
Shuggie Otis,
X-102,
Yaz,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Tommy Roe,
Quadrant,
Nico,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zero Boys,
Fad Gadget,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slick Rick,
David Axelrod,
Y Pants,
Reuben Wilson,
the Bar-Kays,
Patti Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Davy DMX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Teasers,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
Mary Jane Girls,
Royal Trux,
the Soft Cell,
The Index,
Joe Finger,
The Evens,
Blancmange,
The Human League,
Depeche Mode,
The American Breed,
Boredoms,
Jerry's Kids,
Hoover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aural Exciters,
Junior Murvin,
The Golliwogs,
Henry Cow,
Graham Central Station,
The Invisible,
Rufus Thomas,
Theoretical Girls,
Skarface,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.