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 Madagascar and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Niagra to the dance 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
Kayak,
Roxy Music,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Dolphy,
Main Source,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dennis Brown,
Bob Dylan,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Womack,
The Raincoats,
FM Einheit,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
LL Cool J,
Black Pus,
Banda Bassotti,
Barclay James Harvest,
The J.B.'s,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Loose Ends,
Lalann,
Erykah Badu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Slave,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
Eddi Front,
Chrome,
Blancmange,
Royal Trux,
Gichy Dan,
Rapeman,
JFA,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
Inner City,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
Marine Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
Max Romeo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Knickerbockers,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.