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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Durutti Column to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Suicide,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glenn Branca,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maleditus Sound,
Agent Orange,
The Gladiators,
Sällskapet,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
Accadde A,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Technova,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Motorama,
Ten City,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Saints,
FM Einheit,
Mad Mike,
Stetsasonic,
Japan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys,
Cymande,
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.