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 Botswana and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Lungfish to the electroclash 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up,
Second Layer,
Cameo,
John Lydon,
Nas,
The Offenders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tubeway Army,
T.S.O.L.,
Aloha Tigers,
Reagan Youth,
The Motions,
Derrick May,
Ludus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unrelated Segments,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxy Music,
The Smoke,
Skarface,
Accadde A,
Marc Almond,
Girls At Our Best!,
Japan,
Moby Grape,
Nils Olav,
Young Marble Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hasil Adkins,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Babytalk,
The Blues Magoos,
Interpol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stiv Bators,
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The United States of America,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Golliwogs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dorothy Ashby,
One Last Wish,
T. Rex,
Dave Gahan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
KRS-One,
Chrome,
Chris & Cosey,
Sister Nancy,
Desert Stars,
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.