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 Sierra Leone and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Litter to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cymande,
Colin Newman,
The Associates,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick May,
Archie Shepp,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dave Gahan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scrapy,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mummies,
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Newcleus,
Matthew Halsall,
Neu!,
Popol Vuh,
T. Rex,
Max Romeo,
Siglo XX,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ludus,
David McCallum,
Funkadelic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tres Demented,
Basic Channel,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
The Standells,
Malaria!,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joensuu 1685,
The Young Rascals,
L. Decosne,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Intrusion,
Curtis Mayfield,
48th St. Collective,
the Germs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.