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 Burkina and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Cymande to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Smog,
Soft Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alison Limerick,
Slick Rick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Teasers,
Ultravox,
In Retrospect,
Althea and Donna,
The Remains,
The Victims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gong,
Howard Jones,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pylon,
Scan 7,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Almond,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Hood,
Angry Samoans,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thompson Twins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultimate Spinach,
Newcleus,
Soulsonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
John Cale,
Slave,
Brothers Johnson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wasted Youth,
Y Pants,
Colin Newman,
Harmonia,
LL Cool J,
Fad Gadget,
Can,
Bill Near,
Zapp,
Make Up,
Leonard Cohen,
Fela Kuti,
The New Christs,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Carl Craig,
Grey Daturas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.