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 Colombia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Con Funk Shun to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Popol Vuh,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz,
Infiniti,
the Human League,
Alphaville,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scientists,
Lightning Bolt,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
Fluxion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
UT,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick May,
Connie Case,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tubeway Army,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Black Dice,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
Panda Bear,
Babytalk,
Cybotron,
Crash Course in Science,
Rites of Spring,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
The Gun Club,
Sällskapet,
Buzzcocks,
Quantec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dead C,
Ultra Naté,
Audionom,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
Surgeon,
Aswad,
ABC,
Qualms,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.