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 Laos and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Evens to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moleskins,
The Martian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
The Blues Magoos,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
Vainqueur,
Aloha Tigers,
Franke,
Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Ice-T,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour,
Wings,
Nick Fraelich,
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
the Germs,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
Pylon,
Qualms,
The Count Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
One Last Wish,
Cymande,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
Ten City,
Crooked Eye,
Sun City Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
The Wake,
Carl Craig,
Dead Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sister Nancy,
Whodini,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.