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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Royal Trux to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Age Steppers,
Sam Rivers,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacob Miller,
Q and Not U,
Davy DMX,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Sneak,
Prince Buster,
Chris Corsano,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smiths,
Faust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pagans,
The Saints,
Suburban Knight,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Order,
Gong,
Rakim,
The Names,
Gang Starr,
Marc Almond,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gap Band,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kas Product,
the Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Pus,
Metal Thangz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
Visage,
Agent Orange,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Goldenarms,
Arcadia,
E-Dancer,
The Blues Magoos,
Sällskapet,
OOIOO,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.