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 Yemen and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 June Days to the punk 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Tim Buckley,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Metal Thangz,
The Moleskins,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlback,
D'Angelo,
PIL,
Pantytec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
The Gories,
Lalann,
JFA,
Camouflage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spoonie Gee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
Marmalade,
Jacob Miller,
John Foxx,
Derrick Morgan,
Toni Rubio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lyres,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
Royal Trux,
Eric Dolphy,
Byron Stingily,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jawbox,
Amazonics,
Morten Harket,
Alison Limerick,
Moss Icon,
Excepter,
Bob Dylan,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
Yellowson,
Blossom Toes,
Flash Fearless,
Stetsasonic,
The Cramps,
Silicon Teens,
Sam Rivers,
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Los Fastidios,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.