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 Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 UT to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
David McCallum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mummies,
Lou Christie,
Grey Daturas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donald Byrd,
Inner City,
Duran Duran,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence,
The Leaves,
Rotary Connection,
The Gories,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ponytail,
Soft Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Mad Mike,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Malaria!,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
The J.B.'s,
Arab on Radar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
Panda Bear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
cv313,
The Velvet Underground,
Nico,
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement,
Khruangbin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pagans,
Tommy Roe,
The Barracudas,
Kurtis Blow,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sonics,
DNA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fat Boys,
Y Pants,
Rufus Thomas,
Grauzone,
Yazoo,
Zero Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Gregory Isaacs,
U.S. Maple,
Index,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.