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 Liberia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Agent Orange,
Mantronix,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sarah Menescal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hoover,
The Motions,
Amazonics,
B.T. Express,
Icehouse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Sherman,
The Divine Comedy,
Godley & Creme,
Jacob Miller,
The Blackbyrds,
Liliput,
The Toasters,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
Dawn Penn,
Vainqueur,
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
the Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Yaz,
Unrelated Segments,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scrapy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Outsiders,
Niagra,
The Doors,
Smog,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare,
Lakeside,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Fania All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Colin Newman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Popol Vuh,
Underground Resistance,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.