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 India and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Section 25 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Guru Guru,
Unrelated Segments,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Modern Lovers,
Nirvana,
10cc,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Rundgren,
OOIOO,
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
Loose Ends,
The Cramps,
Dave Gahan,
Mars,
Scratch Acid,
Kaleidoscope,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
X-101,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cowsills,
David Axelrod,
Adolescents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terry Callier,
Don Cherry,
Magazine,
Bob Dylan,
Index,
Eurythmics,
Fluxion,
Suicide,
Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moleskins,
Fad Gadget,
Duran Duran,
Metal Thangz,
Kerri Chandler,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalann,
Soul II Soul,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Massinfluence,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pulsallama,
Thompson Twins,
Kayak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fugs,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.