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 Jordan and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ken Boothe to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fugazi,
Niagra,
the Bar-Kays,
The Angels of Light,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bluetip,
The Durutti Column,
The Trojans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amazonics,
The Gun Club,
The Zeros,
Carl Craig,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young,
Popol Vuh,
Aaron Thompson,
The Music Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
cv313,
The United States of America,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blake Baxter,
Patti Smith,
CMW,
Maurizio,
Jeff Lynne,
Accadde A,
Ronan,
Matthew Bourne,
Harry Pussy,
Royal Trux,
Thompson Twins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacques Brel,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fat Boys,
Fatback Band,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.