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 Malaysia and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Star Department to the jazz 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun City Girls,
The Gladiators,
Gastr Del Sol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Buckinghams,
Dave Gahan,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Organ,
The Misunderstood,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
Sex Pistols,
Drexciya,
Amazonics,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
Fluxion,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Copeland,
The Young Rascals,
David Axelrod,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Order,
The Dead C,
Jacques Brel,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scrapy,
Roxy Music,
Magazine,
Derrick May,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy Collins,
Infiniti,
The Modern Lovers,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
Isaac Hayes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Sneak,
Minutemen,
Grauzone,
X-101,
The Residents,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Christie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Tremeloes,
Grey Daturas,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.