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 Lesotho and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Schoolly D to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Yazoo,
Deepchord,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crash Course in Science,
Eurythmics,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pierre Henry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dave Gahan,
Depeche Mode,
Symarip,
David Axelrod,
Tubeway Army,
The Gladiators,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mojo Men,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
Rotary Connection,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
Faraquet,
The Gories,
Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Shoche,
Pagans,
Kaleidoscope,
Alphaville,
Suburban Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kurtis Blow,
The New Christs,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Monolake,
Ronnie Foster,
The Leaves,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Icehouse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Average White Band,
The Remains,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slave,
The Gap Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Talk Talk,
Wally Richardson,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.