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 Cuba and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
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 arpeggiator 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 Liliput to the techno 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
Scan 7,
Byron Stingily,
The Techniques,
Faust,
The Busters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red,
EPMD,
La Düsseldorf,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Leonard Cohen,
Rapeman,
Anakelly,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Severed Heads,
Sister Nancy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The New Christs,
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
Soulsonic Force,
Skaos,
Visage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eddi Front,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
Sällskapet,
Can,
Pulsallama,
K-Klass,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
Piero Umiliani,
Symarip,
The American Breed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dead C,
Icehouse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Velvet Underground,
Boz Scaggs,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.