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 Brunei and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Bill Wells to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Amazonics,
K-Klass,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Simply Red,
cv313,
Joy Division,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Copeland,
The Young Rascals,
The Associates,
Mr. Review,
The Searchers,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Fraelich,
Swell Maps,
The Dirtbombs,
Absolute Body Control,
Jandek,
Kurtis Blow,
Marvin Gaye,
Monolake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Henry Cow,
Sound Behaviour,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
The Fugs,
Lungfish,
Goldenarms,
The Barracudas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dual Sessions,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
The Invisible,
Brothers Johnson,
the Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Flag,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Symarip,
Harmonia,
E-Dancer,
Fear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minutemen,
The Doors,
Heaven 17,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.