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 Algeria 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Altered Images to the electroclash 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pylon,
The Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Near,
Livin' Joy,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABC,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Bowie,
The Birthday Party,
Aswad,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crash Course in Science,
Cybotron,
Funkadelic,
Anakelly,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
EPMD,
ABBA,
Essential Logic,
Mad Mike,
Pere Ubu,
The Searchers,
Trumans Water,
Cluster,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
Isaac Hayes,
Echospace,
Symarip,
Average White Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aural Exciters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mummies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
Scrapy,
The Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.