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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Gories to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Siglo XX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flipper,
Icehouse,
Cal Tjader,
Q and Not U,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
The Vogues,
Little Man,
The Buckinghams,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brand Nubian,
Popol Vuh,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swell Maps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Barracudas,
Vladislav Delay,
Alton Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fluxion,
Accadde A,
The Tremeloes,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
Tom Boy,
The Standells,
Grey Daturas,
The Doors,
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
Harry Pussy,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
Groovy Waters,
Blossom Toes,
Sparks,
Kerrie Biddell,
L. Decosne,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.