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 Argentina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Eric Dolphy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cramps,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dead C,
Erasure,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Wells,
Metal Thangz,
Procol Harum,
Von Mondo,
Anakelly,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oblivians,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
The Misunderstood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Neu!,
Rapeman,
Angry Samoans,
Vainqueur,
Underground Resistance,
The Walker Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
Warsaw,
Mars,
Arab on Radar,
Ronan,
ABBA,
Matthew Halsall,
Livin' Joy,
The Wake,
Roxy Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Surgeon,
The Saints,
the Germs,
Wally Richardson,
Simply Red,
Kas Product,
The Skatalites,
Hardrive,
Interpol,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.