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 India and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Isaac Hayes to the grunge 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ken Boothe,
The Star Department,
Talk Talk,
Agitation Free,
China Crisis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Cal Tjader,
Roxy Music,
Crime,
Buzzcocks,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
Carl Craig,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Section 25,
Faust,
Japan,
U.S. Maple,
The Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
L. Decosne,
Sparks,
The Black Dice,
The Buckinghams,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova,
Duran Duran,
Arab on Radar,
the Association,
Ituana,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
Maleditus Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Yusef Lateef,
Scientists,
Pantytec,
MDC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pole,
Hoover,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Mills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.