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 Honduras and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Count Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
The Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Wasted Youth,
Fugazi,
Sugar Minott,
Cybotron,
Slave,
Delta 5,
Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Pierre Henry,
Skarface,
Aaron Thompson,
Nils Olav,
Zero Boys,
Lower 48,
Country Joe & The Fish,
10cc,
Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Tim Buckley,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Copeland,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ituana,
Gang Green,
John Lydon,
Flash Fearless,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
Harmonia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Hashim,
John Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Tom Boy,
Yaz,
D'Angelo,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Parrish,
Roxette,
Black Sheep,
New York Dolls,
Circle Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Los Fastidios,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
R.M.O.,
The Smiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.