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 Bulgaria and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Spandau Ballet to the crunk 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
One Last Wish,
Peter & Gordon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nico,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
Juan Atkins,
Symarip,
Warsaw,
The Music Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Blossom Toes,
Scan 7,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
Mantronix,
Nas,
Mary Jane Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
Aswad,
Can,
Flash Fearless,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Josef K,
This Heat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
Wire,
The Star Department,
Von Mondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Leonard Cohen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sällskapet,
R.M.O.,
Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
The Kinks,
Icehouse,
Masters at Work,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantytec,
Schoolly D,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.