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 Canada and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Popol Vuh to the rock 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Kurtis Blow,
MDC,
Quando Quango,
Gong,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Enemy,
The Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
Nirvana,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roger Hodgson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aloha Tigers,
Icehouse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Motorama,
Vainqueur,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Excepter,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod,
Fela Kuti,
Brothers Johnson,
The Residents,
Skriet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacob Miller,
Kayak,
Babytalk,
The Wake,
The Associates,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra,
New Order,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pop Group,
Yazoo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Real Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Barclay James Harvest,
New York Dolls,
Spandau Ballet,
the Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.