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 Liberia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Model 500 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Agent Orange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stiv Bators,
the Bar-Kays,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
PIL,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
Roxy Music,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blackbyrds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Fraelich,
Mad Mike,
Erykah Badu,
The Durutti Column,
the Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
John Foxx,
Oblivians,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
Country Teasers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Red Krayola,
Byron Stingily,
Wasted Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Raincoats,
The Black Dice,
Terry Callier,
Yazoo,
Eric Dolphy,
Inner City,
Patti Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minor Threat,
Dual Sessions,
Kerri Chandler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
CMW,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Slits,
Whodini,
Mars,
ABBA,
X-102,
Althea and Donna,
Nas,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
The Stooges,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.