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 Paraguay and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Skarface to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Johnny Osbourne,
Whodini,
Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Newcleus,
Quadrant,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang of Four,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Quantec,
The Dead C,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Mandrill,
The New Christs,
Funkadelic,
CMW,
Funky Four + One,
Duran Duran,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
Lungfish,
Pulsallama,
Ultravox,
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
Supertramp,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxette,
The Toasters,
La Düsseldorf,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
Inner City,
Fat Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
The Remains,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Malaria!,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tom Boy,
Boz Scaggs,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
Alice Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Talk Talk,
Toni Rubio,
The Slits,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.