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 Cambodia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Smog to the rap 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fortunes,
Swell Maps,
Man Parrish,
Bill Wells,
The J.B.'s,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Finger,
Lakeside,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dave Gahan,
Reuben Wilson,
Suicide,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
Ornette Coleman,
Shuggie Otis,
Slave,
Gong,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
Boz Scaggs,
Newcleus,
Thee Headcoats,
Morten Harket,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
David McCallum,
Massinfluence,
MC5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agitation Free,
The Young Rascals,
10cc,
The Stooges,
Anakelly,
the Germs,
The Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zero Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crime,
Groovy Waters,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
Frankie Knuckles,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yaz,
The Zeros,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.