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 Iran and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Letta Mbulu to the crunk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
Main Source,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
Agitation Free,
Guru Guru,
Urselle,
Moebius,
Scion,
Juan Atkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Janne Schatter,
Erasure,
World's Most,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant,
CMW,
The Residents,
Wire,
Scratch Acid,
Lakeside,
James White and The Blacks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Junior Murvin,
Eve St. Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tim Buckley,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suicide,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
Soft Machine,
Television Personalities,
Black Pus,
Crash Course in Science,
Mantronix,
Dark Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slackers,
The Real Kids,
Supertramp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Surgeon,
Icehouse,
Von Mondo,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.