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 Angola and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Busters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
F. McDonald,
Black Bananas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gong,
The Cramps,
Gichy Dan,
Sister Nancy,
The Mummies,
Rufus Thomas,
Faust,
Amon Düül II,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
Juan Atkins,
Average White Band,
Tommy Roe,
Negative Approach,
Eddi Front,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs,
Babytalk,
Dark Day,
The Buckinghams,
Altered Images,
Dennis Brown,
Symarip,
Minny Pops,
Henry Cow,
Roxy Music,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anakelly,
Adolescents,
Visage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harry Pussy,
Barry Ungar,
Niagra,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
DNA,
Los Fastidios,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jimmy McGriff,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Görl,
Grey Daturas,
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agitation Free,
The Young Rascals,
The Fall,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
Desert Stars,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.