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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kinks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eurythmics,
Arcadia,
Average White Band,
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators,
Fear,
Patti Smith,
Inner City,
Ultravox,
The Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABBA,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Stereo Dub,
Silicon Teens,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Goldenarms,
the Bar-Kays,
The Red Krayola,
Surgeon,
Peter & Gordon,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Mills,
Index,
Mandrill,
The Martian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
The Smiths,
Moby Grape,
The Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ten City,
Aswad,
Masters at Work,
In Retrospect,
Angry Samoans,
Absolute Body Control,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
Albert Ayler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy Collins,
Quantec,
Bob Dylan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABC,
Model 500,
Warren Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.