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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fugazi to the grunge 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
Mandrill,
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare,
Gichy Dan,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann,
Ronan,
Prince Buster,
The Birthday Party,
Pussy Galore,
EPMD,
Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Gang of Four,
Brass Construction,
Technova,
Black Bananas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magazine,
The Real Kids,
the Normal,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
48th St. Collective,
Colin Newman,
Lucky Dragons,
The Skatalites,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Niagra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Last Poets,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skaos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
Soul II Soul,
Wire,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Skriet,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
T.S.O.L.,
The Star Department,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.