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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Morten Harket,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
MC5,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Bourne,
Inner City,
Royal Trux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Procol Harum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sugar Minott,
Tommy Roe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ken Boothe,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Y Pants,
Simply Red,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mad Mike,
Lungfish,
the Bar-Kays,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Swans,
The United States of America,
Kayak,
the Slits,
Dawn Penn,
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eurythmics,
T. Rex,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantytec,
Intrusion,
Amazonics,
The Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Misunderstood,
Sound Behaviour,
FM Einheit,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Mission of Burma,
Godley & Creme,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.