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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 John Cale to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visage,
Fela Kuti,
Sparks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Freddie Wadling,
Eddi Front,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
EPMD,
The Cowsills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chrome,
Main Source,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
John Holt,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slackers,
Ornette Coleman,
Maleditus Sound,
D'Angelo,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
cv313,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
Funkadelic,
Graham Central Station,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra,
Juan Atkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cybotron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
F. McDonald,
Cal Tjader,
The Busters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
The Zeros,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.