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 Brazil and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Wings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Style,
Negative Approach,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Franke,
the Association,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronnie Foster,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gladiators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Zeros,
Pussy Galore,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson,
Livin' Joy,
The Toasters,
Lyres,
Moebius,
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
ABBA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Vogues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
CMW,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster,
X-101,
Nik Kershaw,
Godley & Creme,
Kerri Chandler,
Symarip,
The Fuzztones,
The Saints,
Moss Icon,
Zero Boys,
Reagan Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Barrington Levy,
The Black Dice,
Hardrive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Traffic Nightmare,
Henry Cow,
Wolf Eyes,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.