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 Sri Lanka and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Image Ltd. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Technova,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neu!,
Simply Red,
Hot Snakes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alice Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Connie Case,
Pantytec,
Mandrill,
Joe Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
The New Christs,
The Cowsills,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smiths,
cv313,
The Knickerbockers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terrestrial Tones,
K-Klass,
Brass Construction,
Goldenarms,
Bizarre Inc.,
New York Dolls,
Moebius,
Little Man,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maleditus Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Subhumans,
Pussy Galore,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonic Youth,
The Fortunes,
Jawbox,
Dawn Penn,
Colin Newman,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Toasters,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gun Club,
Cheater Slicks,
The Remains,
Lakeside,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scan 7,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.