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 India 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Simply Red to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
The Stooges,
Dave Gahan,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
Y Pants,
Judy Mowatt,
Harry Pussy,
The Slackers,
The Gories,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lower 48,
Bobby Sherman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Style,
Eve St. Jones,
Talk Talk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pretty Things,
Glenn Branca,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
Second Layer,
The Residents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Hill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
The Grass Roots,
Davy DMX,
Qualms,
Wire,
Scrapy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
UT,
JFA,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
Livin' Joy,
H. Thieme,
8 Eyed Spy,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.