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 Switzerland 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fortunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Au Pairs,
X-102,
Simply Red,
Prince Buster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hashim,
Kerrie Biddell,
K-Klass,
The Last Poets,
Franke,
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
Adolescents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment,
L. Decosne,
Lindisfarne,
Procol Harum,
Black Flag,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
Kaleidoscope,
Television Personalities,
Lalo Schifrin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
Lakeside,
Tres Demented,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smoke,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
Whodini,
Josef K,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
the Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Wells,
Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
The Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Thompson Twins,
T.S.O.L.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pagans,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.