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 China and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Agent Orange to the crunk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ten City,
The Happenings,
Hashim,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cheater Slicks,
Subhumans,
Ultravox,
Royal Trux,
The Techniques,
Scion,
Icehouse,
Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
Ituana,
The Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
The Fall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young,
Trumans Water,
a-ha,
D'Angelo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Black Flag,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
L. Decosne,
The Index,
The Real Kids,
Mark Hollis,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Von Mondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Sex Pistols,
Pantaleimon,
Juan Atkins,
The Zeros,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fuzztones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Order,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.