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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Skatalites,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tommy Roe,
Newcleus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Duran Duran,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Clarke,
Massinfluence,
Dennis Brown,
Radiohead,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Offenders,
Guru Guru,
Blossom Toes,
Ultimate Spinach,
L. Decosne,
Country Teasers,
Robert Hood,
Ten City,
Tim Buckley,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scrapy,
Yaz,
The Last Poets,
Spoonie Gee,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yusef Lateef,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Sonics,
Ultravox,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blancmange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick May,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cybotron,
Skriet,
The Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
the Association,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lightning Bolt,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.