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 Bolivia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deepchord to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
the Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Khruangbin,
The Moody Blues,
Babytalk,
Jawbox,
Nick Fraelich,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
the Normal,
Magazine,
Sällskapet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Godley & Creme,
Howard Jones,
The Gladiators,
Interpol,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Steve Hackett,
Duran Duran,
Neu!,
Wally Richardson,
The Slits,
Robert Hood,
Stiv Bators,
The Raincoats,
Unwound,
Brick,
A Certain Ratio,
Sister Nancy,
The Monochrome Set,
Minny Pops,
D'Angelo,
Barbara Tucker,
Average White Band,
Fear,
The Zeros,
cv313,
Archie Shepp,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
E-Dancer,
Alice Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
The Moleskins,
The Pop Group,
Public Enemy,
Cybotron,
10cc,
Au Pairs,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.