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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Wings to the dance 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Scion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-101,
Lou Reed,
Rekid,
Terry Callier,
MDC,
The Fugs,
Fugazi,
The Music Machine,
Mars,
Television Personalities,
Ronnie Foster,
Nas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
China Crisis,
Talk Talk,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
Fear,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Aloha Tigers,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
The Mummies,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
Gregory Isaacs,
Section 25,
Ohio Players,
Scratch Acid,
Hot Snakes,
Monolake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Saints,
ABBA,
Black Pus,
Archie Shepp,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pole,
Brick,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
Stiv Bators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.