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 Korea South and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Los Fastidios to the funk 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Erykah Badu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cymande,
Excepter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Lower 48,
Robert Görl,
The Selecter,
Laurel Aitken,
Crash Course in Science,
Mantronix,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Associates,
Patti Smith,
Outsiders,
Section 25,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mad Mike,
Gregory Isaacs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The United States of America,
E-Dancer,
Reagan Youth,
Das Ding,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul II Soul,
Popol Vuh,
The Cure,
Junior Murvin,
World's Most,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter & Gordon,
Erasure,
Scion,
Camberwell Now,
Funky Four + One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nils Olav,
Suicide,
Goldenarms,
Davy DMX,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Livin' Joy,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.