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 Belarus and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Star Department to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Pus,
Tom Boy,
China Crisis,
Tubeway Army,
Motorama,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-101,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Steve Hackett,
Magazine,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
Accadde A,
the Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Wells,
Clear Light,
Little Man,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scion,
Thee Headcoats,
The Durutti Column,
Eden Ahbez,
E-Dancer,
This Heat,
Neil Young,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suburban Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Charles Mingus,
Mo-Dettes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Kinks,
Model 500,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
The Mojo Men,
Lightning Bolt,
The Golliwogs,
Kayak,
Rekid,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.