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 Denmark and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 In Retrospect to the punk 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalann,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl,
Peter & Gordon,
Aural Exciters,
Infiniti,
The Leaves,
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
Wings,
Little Man,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxette,
Suburban Knight,
Scan 7,
Accadde A,
John Lydon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
OOIOO,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funky Four + One,
Vainqueur,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
John Foxx,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Fraelich,
The United States of America,
Intrusion,
Khruangbin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bad Manners,
the Fania All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Cybotron,
F. McDonald,
Malaria!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scion,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jawbox,
Albert Ayler,
The Sound,
Mars,
Joyce Sims,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
The Fuzztones,
Crash Course in Science,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.