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 Nauru and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Los Fastidios to the techno 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Sherman,
F. McDonald,
Eric B and Rakim,
Audionom,
Schoolly D,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yaz,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siglo XX,
Nico,
Anakelly,
Index,
Funkadelic,
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terry Callier,
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slick Rick,
Charles Mingus,
ABBA,
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Scientists,
The Slackers,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
a-ha,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Evens,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Subhumans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.