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 Albania and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pet Shop Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
kango's stein massive,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers,
Monolake,
Man Parrish,
New Order,
Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Section 25,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David McCallum,
Ten City,
The Searchers,
The Names,
David Axelrod,
Procol Harum,
Adolescents,
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
Fat Boys,
John Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
Franke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlback,
a-ha,
Grauzone,
Banda Bassotti,
Bad Manners,
Pantaleimon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Japan,
The Wake,
The Golliwogs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon,
Junior Murvin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Royal Trux,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.