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 Senegal and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Eurythmics to the grunge 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Ludus,
Adolescents,
Mad Mike,
Siglo XX,
Eli Mardock,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Sam Rivers,
Alison Limerick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Main Source,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Wells,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Cal Tjader,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Graham Central Station,
Agitation Free,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
Minnie Riperton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dennis Brown,
Silicon Teens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
JFA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Offenders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Camberwell Now,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Symarip,
Matthew Bourne,
Spoonie Gee,
The Raincoats,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.