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 Syria and from Calgary.
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 Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the techno 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Metal Thangz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blancmange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erykah Badu,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Smog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cluster,
Royal Trux,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bad Manners,
Mark Hollis,
Young Marble Giants,
a-ha,
Surgeon,
Toni Rubio,
The Move,
Cymande,
The Gun Club,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed,
The Modern Lovers,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry's Kids,
cv313,
Q65,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quadrant,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blackbyrds,
Underground Resistance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake,
Spandau Ballet,
Depeche Mode,
The Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Archie Shepp,
Danielle Patucci,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.