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 Mexico and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Stooges,
In Retrospect,
Nas,
Nirvana,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Style,
Gichy Dan,
Ultravox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiohead,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fuzztones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers,
Jacques Brel,
LL Cool J,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül,
The Modern Lovers,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cluster,
Lou Reed,
Black Pus,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June Days,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eurythmics,
Siglo XX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
Harmonia,
Stetsasonic,
Joyce Sims,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Connie Case,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Near,
The Residents,
Bobby Sherman,
Marvin Gaye,
Scan 7,
Alice Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Wings,
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.