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 Iceland 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 The Remains to the disco 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
Tears for Fears,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
Agitation Free,
Newcleus,
Can,
The Slackers,
Buzzcocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
Jacques Brel,
The Motions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rekid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glenn Branca,
Chris & Cosey,
Urselle,
Surgeon,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mummies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Halsall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
Parry Music,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
The Leaves,
Schoolly D,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Circle Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Babytalk,
World's Most,
Roxy Music,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
Rufus Thomas,
A Certain Ratio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.