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 Bologna.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Black Bananas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar,
Ronan,
Model 500,
Gong,
The Music Machine,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Can,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman,
Magazine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris Corsano,
Thee Headcoats,
Bauhaus,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
Trumans Water,
Mission of Burma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flash Fearless,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tres Demented,
EPMD,
Porter Ricks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxette,
Steve Hackett,
Glenn Branca,
John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kas Product,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
The Fuzztones,
H. Thieme,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.