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 Bahrain and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Offenders,
Dave Gahan,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra,
Organ,
Hashim,
Jeff Lynne,
Anakelly,
D'Angelo,
The Golliwogs,
the Association,
Suburban Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dirtbombs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
Black Flag,
Barbara Tucker,
The Beau Brummels,
John Foxx,
Yellowson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
The Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
Metal Thangz,
Albert Ayler,
Groovy Waters,
The Star Department,
Fela Kuti,
Cybotron,
The Durutti Column,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oblivians,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harmonia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Steve Hackett,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.