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 Croatia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Faust to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Eddi Front,
Roxy Music,
Simply Red,
Ohio Players,
Tears for Fears,
Moebius,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Wells,
The Fuzztones,
The Litter,
Young Marble Giants,
The Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dark Day,
D'Angelo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sight & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pulsallama,
Magma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ponytail,
Sun City Girls,
Television,
Bill Near,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantaleimon,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camberwell Now,
Aswad,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Josef K,
Faust,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
Amazonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Maurizio,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.