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 Bahamas and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Sonics to the dance 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
CMW,
The Buckinghams,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
John Lydon,
John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Young Marble Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grauzone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Little Man,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stiv Bators,
Motorama,
Make Up,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry's Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground,
The Associates,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
One Last Wish,
The Toasters,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs,
Banda Bassotti,
The Invisible,
Donny Hathaway,
Boredoms,
Wings,
The Happenings,
Accadde A,
The New Christs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.