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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Invisible to the disco 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Mantronix,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unwound,
Accadde A,
Fear,
Wolf Eyes,
Davy DMX,
Cymande,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Magma,
the Normal,
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
The New Christs,
Deepchord,
Qualms,
Inner City,
Sun Ra,
Pantaleimon,
Scratch Acid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Section 25,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
Erykah Badu,
Whodini,
Flash Fearless,
The Searchers,
the Swans,
R.M.O.,
Panda Bear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Green,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Essential Logic,
Sandy B,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lungfish,
Simply Red,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-Ray Spex,
Boz Scaggs,
Kaleidoscope,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sparks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese,
Gichy Dan,
The Buckinghams,
Barbara Tucker,
Schoolly D,
Easy Going,
The Mummies,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.