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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Country Teasers,
The Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
Kas Product,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Altered Images,
FM Einheit,
The Leaves,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agent Orange,
The Count Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
Pole,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
Brick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Piero Umiliani,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flash Fearless,
Gichy Dan,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
Hashim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lungfish,
Groovy Waters,
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama,
Hoover,
Talk Talk,
Outsiders,
Brass Construction,
The Velvet Underground,
The New Christs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Qualms,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Index,
Bill Near,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.