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 Nicaragua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 X-101 to the rock 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
the Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas,
Rekid,
Yazoo,
Crash Course in Science,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zapp,
The Happenings,
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins,
Godley & Creme,
The Dirtbombs,
Yaz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Talk Talk,
Harmonia,
Funkadelic,
10cc,
Visage,
Banda Bassotti,
Alison Limerick,
The Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erykah Badu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crime,
Neu!,
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül,
The Names,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
Model 500,
John Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Intrusion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
James White and The Blacks,
Deakin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skriet,
U.S. Maple,
Youth Brigade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.