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 Bhutan and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yaz to the grunge 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barrington Levy,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Cymande,
U.S. Maple,
Prince Buster,
The Motions,
Lakeside,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
Youth Brigade,
The Beau Brummels,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lungfish,
Man Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Laurel Aitken,
The Index,
Godley & Creme,
Marvin Gaye,
Crooked Eye,
Byron Stingily,
Funkadelic,
Massinfluence,
John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare,
The Velvet Underground,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joy Division,
Joey Negro,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Pus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Invisible,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
Deadbeat,
Eurythmics,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
Max Romeo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Leonard Cohen,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.