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 Palau and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sun City Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Style,
Quando Quango,
Slick Rick,
Mandrill,
JFA,
Black Flag,
Marvin Gaye,
D'Angelo,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fad Gadget,
Carl Craig,
John Lydon,
Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Ken Boothe,
Quantec,
T. Rex,
Main Source,
Cecil Taylor,
Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sonics,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nils Olav,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Graham Central Station,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Görl,
The Busters,
June Days,
Parry Music,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
The Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Public Enemy,
PIL,
Deadbeat,
Ohio Players,
Alphaville,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eurythmics,
The Durutti Column,
Shoche,
Chris & Cosey,
New Order,
Pussy Galore,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.