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 Latvia and from Manila.
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 Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
La Düsseldorf,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wire,
Chrome,
Bauhaus,
Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Sherman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gong,
The Offenders,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Liliput,
Yellowson,
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Martian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MC5,
Slave,
The Angels of Light,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Inner City,
Rotary Connection,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Copeland,
Soul Sonic Force,
EPMD,
Amon Düül II,
Iggy Pop,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker,
Cymande,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.