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 Singapore and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rod Modell 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Television,
Organ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
June of 44,
Gang of Four,
L. Decosne,
Main Source,
Y Pants,
Los Fastidios,
Black Moon,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
Fatback Band,
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men,
Rekid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Busters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
The Searchers,
UT,
Newcleus,
Eddi Front,
Motorama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
Pagans,
Freddie Wadling,
Qualms,
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Supertramp,
Visage,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Colin Newman,
The Motions,
Vainqueur,
Anakelly,
Joe Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
Goldenarms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.