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 Comoros and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Vainqueur to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
F. McDonald,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young,
Kurtis Blow,
The Grass Roots,
Youth Brigade,
U.S. Maple,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
Wasted Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yazoo,
Average White Band,
David McCallum,
Soulsonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Max Romeo,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
Aaron Thompson,
Masters at Work,
The Offenders,
The Motions,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eurythmics,
Q65,
The Stooges,
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultra Naté,
Aural Exciters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Order,
The Angels of Light,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blues Magoos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Tremeloes,
The Pretty Things,
Babytalk,
Erasure,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Chris Corsano,
Sixth Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Brass Construction,
Lower 48,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.