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 Pakistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Moebius to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Half Japanese,
Vainqueur,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siglo XX,
Public Enemy,
Mad Mike,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Womack,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
The Pop Group,
Gang of Four,
The Modern Lovers,
Ponytail,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fela Kuti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oneida,
Brass Construction,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
B.T. Express,
Los Fastidios,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television,
Absolute Body Control,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cluster,
Slick Rick,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlback,
U.S. Maple,
L. Decosne,
The Barracudas,
Sarah Menescal,
Mars,
Dave Gahan,
David McCallum,
Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Y Pants,
Arthur Verocai,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
the Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.