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 Guinea and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Tears for Fears to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Icehouse,
Jerry's Kids,
Carl Craig,
Erykah Badu,
Sandy B,
T. Rex,
Gabor Szabo,
Joyce Sims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Loose Ends,
Eric B and Rakim,
Altered Images,
Audionom,
OOIOO,
X-102,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
Chrome,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hasil Adkins,
Sister Nancy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
Black Moon,
The Litter,
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
Bad Manners,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Residents,
MDC,
Erasure,
the Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
Lower 48,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
The Smoke,
Dennis Brown,
Ultimate Spinach,
Michelle Simonal,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.