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 Russia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Severed Heads to the rap 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Moebius,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
The Blues Magoos,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ohio Players,
Sex Pistols,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Seeds,
E-Dancer,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
Fear,
X-Ray Spex,
Adolescents,
Public Enemy,
Average White Band,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Japan,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
Visage,
Ponytail,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxy Music,
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marine Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Loose Ends,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Michelle Simonal,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
Wire,
The Fuzztones,
Silicon Teens,
Infiniti,
The Cure,
Glenn Branca,
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television,
Little Man,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.