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 Uzbekistan and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the funk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Offenders,
CMW,
The Index,
AZ,
Popol Vuh,
Los Fastidios,
Adolescents,
Stiv Bators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds,
Joy Division,
ABBA,
Flipper,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker,
Simply Red,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spandau Ballet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Negative Approach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brothers Johnson,
The Busters,
PIL,
Camouflage,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fortunes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Trojans,
Babytalk,
Wolf Eyes,
Hasil Adkins,
John Lydon,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
Altered Images,
The Grass Roots,
T. Rex,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Sherman,
Eve St. Jones,
Accadde A,
Cluster,
Sam Rivers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slick Rick,
a-ha,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.