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 Japan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 AZ to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lightning Bolt,
Howard Jones,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
Terrestrial Tones,
DNA,
Liliput,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang of Four,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Stooges,
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thompson Twins,
Quantec,
Donald Byrd,
The Pop Group,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
Massinfluence,
Boz Scaggs,
Stiv Bators,
Babytalk,
Andrew Hill,
Minnie Riperton,
PIL,
Blossom Toes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Underground Resistance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Modern Lovers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Kas Product,
Spandau Ballet,
Piero Umiliani,
Lower 48,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
Bobby Byrd,
ABBA,
Iggy Pop,
Parry Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
Marvin Gaye,
Tres Demented,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.