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 Russia and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skarface to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp 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?
Bobby Sherman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
Public Enemy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q and Not U,
A Certain Ratio,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
D'Angelo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Litter,
Anakelly,
Fear,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
kango's stein massive,
Sister Nancy,
UT,
Eurythmics,
The Zeros,
Howard Jones,
Sandy B,
Theoretical Girls,
Slick Rick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Lynne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Carl Craig,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
John Holt,
Model 500,
Patti Smith,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
Archie Shepp,
The Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kurtis Blow,
Shoche,
Tubeway Army,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
Radio Birdman,
Reuben Wilson,
The Five Americans,
The Real Kids,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.