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 South Africa and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the punk 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Skatalites,
Infiniti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Davy DMX,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
The Happenings,
The American Breed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
E-Dancer,
The Stooges,
Gong,
Minny Pops,
Kerrie Biddell,
Clear Light,
Surgeon,
the Germs,
Jacob Miller,
Ohio Players,
Nils Olav,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Busters,
Alice Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MDC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Trojans,
The Gories,
The Misunderstood,
Swell Maps,
The Knickerbockers,
John Holt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
The Count Five,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül II,
Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Urselle,
Piero Umiliani,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
B.T. Express,
Goldenarms,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.