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 Egypt 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Jeff Lynne to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Move,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick Morgan,
Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Juan Atkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
U.S. Maple,
Marine Girls,
Joe Finger,
Slave,
Davy DMX,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Remains,
Reuben Wilson,
Yellowson,
The Slits,
Zero Boys,
Easy Going,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
the Germs,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Hill,
Blossom Toes,
Subhumans,
Danielle Patucci,
Excepter,
Kerri Chandler,
ABBA,
Barry Ungar,
EPMD,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
Faust,
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins,
Bob Dylan,
John Foxx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Iggy Pop,
Tim Buckley,
Los Fastidios,
Brass Construction,
Joe Smooth,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.