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 Saudi Arabia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Outsiders to the grime 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Gang Starr,
Public Image Ltd.,
David McCallum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alison Limerick,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Red Krayola,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dead C,
Angry Samoans,
Flipper,
Deakin,
The Cure,
Lungfish,
Piero Umiliani,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
The Human League,
Severed Heads,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Smog,
Rekid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tears for Fears,
Fatback Band,
The Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Iggy Pop,
Eurythmics,
Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sex Pistols,
Faust,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Move,
Cheater Slicks,
The Happenings,
Graham Central Station,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
T. Rex,
Anakelly,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
Talk Talk,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Womack,
Dennis Brown,
June of 44,
John Foxx,
The Skatalites,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.