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 New Zealand and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Make Up to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Trojans,
ABBA,
Los Fastidios,
The Remains,
Roxette,
Sound Behaviour,
Chrome,
Arcadia,
Sam Rivers,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
The Cowsills,
Michelle Simonal,
James White and The Blacks,
Desert Stars,
Royal Trux,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
Quantec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish,
10cc,
Delon & Dalcan,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs,
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rites of Spring,
Donald Byrd,
Supertramp,
H. Thieme,
Make Up,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heaven 17,
Yellowson,
Davy DMX,
Alice Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Names,
Monolake,
Brass Construction,
Arthur Verocai,
Swell Maps,
Barry Ungar,
Swans,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.