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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Harpers Bizarre to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Beau Brummels,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
Nirvana,
Pole,
Derrick May,
Barry Ungar,
X-Ray Spex,
Joensuu 1685,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liliput,
Fela Kuti,
10cc,
Black Pus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ten City,
The Gap Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harmonia,
Ken Boothe,
Surgeon,
The Wake,
Fear,
Spoonie Gee,
Excepter,
T.S.O.L.,
Maurizio,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
Pierre Henry,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
World's Most,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tears for Fears,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
Dead Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blackbyrds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moebius,
Visage,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Marmalade,
Reuben Wilson,
Thompson Twins,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.