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 Burundi and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Main Source to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Talk Talk,
Junior Murvin,
Danielle Patucci,
One Last Wish,
Y Pants,
The Techniques,
Angry Samoans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anakelly,
Skarface,
Hot Snakes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
The Litter,
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
Aural Exciters,
The Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Depeche Mode,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ten City,
Robert Hood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Cecil Taylor,
Reagan Youth,
Joy Division,
K-Klass,
Bobby Womack,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ponytail,
Lou Christie,
Bush Tetras,
Susan Cadogan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
Thee Headcoats,
Mandrill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cramps,
Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Charles Mingus,
Crash Course in Science,
Saccharine Trust,
Unwound,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.