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 Comoros and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 OOIOO to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
Infiniti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
Make Up,
The Slackers,
Sun City Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Idris Muhammad,
Barry Ungar,
Royal Trux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anakelly,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rosa Yemen,
Patti Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
PIL,
Oblivians,
Pere Ubu,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
Iggy Pop,
David Axelrod,
The Pretty Things,
Hoover,
Godley & Creme,
Arcadia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Whodini,
The Gladiators,
Cymande,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rod Modell,
Erykah Badu,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Mills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barbara Tucker,
Lyres,
Basic Channel,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.