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 Sweden and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Finger,
The Buckinghams,
These Immortal Souls,
Joensuu 1685,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiohead,
Radiopuhelimet,
Laurel Aitken,
Jawbox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
Banda Bassotti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Fania All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Hill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dirtbombs,
L. Decosne,
The Pop Group,
Kas Product,
Sonic Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Darondo,
The Count Five,
K-Klass,
Absolute Body Control,
Minor Threat,
Fela Kuti,
Can,
The American Breed,
The Blackbyrds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bauhaus,
Unwound,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Selecter,
Robert Hood,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
Scratch Acid,
Vladislav Delay,
Kayak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Severed Heads,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rosa Yemen,
AZ,
PIL,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minutemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Underground Resistance,
Goldenarms,
Motorama,
The Divine Comedy,
Spandau Ballet,
FM Einheit,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.