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 Chile and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 New Age Steppers to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Organ,
Juan Atkins,
Icehouse,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Fraelich,
Laurel Aitken,
Royal Trux,
Aaron Thompson,
Vainqueur,
The Monks,
Severed Heads,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Trojans,
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Magma,
the Bar-Kays,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Halsall,
Chrome,
MDC,
The Leaves,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Invisible,
Japan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sister Nancy,
Hot Snakes,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Intrusion,
The Slackers,
Slick Rick,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Silicon Teens,
Dennis Brown,
The Fortunes,
Agitation Free,
The Pretty Things,
Black Pus,
Bobby Sherman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Womack,
the Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers,
Charles Mingus,
Saccharine Trust,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.