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 Micronesia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Flamin' Groovies to the electroclash 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Whodini,
Cecil Taylor,
Harry Pussy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Ponytail,
Hoover,
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television Personalities,
Skarface,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
Wire,
Michelle Simonal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Subhumans,
Gang Starr,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spandau Ballet,
Slick Rick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Lynne,
Deepchord,
Jeff Mills,
Inner City,
Technova,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slits,
Khruangbin,
X-101,
Liliput,
Cybotron,
Laurel Aitken,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blake Baxter,
Althea and Donna,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
MDC,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
Moebius,
New York Dolls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.