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 Israel and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Laurel Aitken to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Roger Hodgson,
Pere Ubu,
Janne Schatter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ten City,
The Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Essential Logic,
Adolescents,
Ken Boothe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amazonics,
Masters at Work,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Silicon Teens,
The Mummies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pagans,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Starr,
Livin' Joy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heaven 17,
Monks,
Dead Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Hoover,
Vainqueur,
Whodini,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
Suicide,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tears for Fears,
Ultra Naté,
the Normal,
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
Jerry's Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mad Mike,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lyres,
Rotary Connection,
Bad Manners,
cv313,
Kenny Larkin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oblivians,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.