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 Peru and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Urselle to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
Soft Machine,
Bush Tetras,
The Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
The Skatalites,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Lydon,
Groovy Waters,
R.M.O.,
Deadbeat,
H. Thieme,
Nils Olav,
Brass Construction,
The Pretty Things,
Sound Behaviour,
KRS-One,
Peter & Gordon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lungfish,
Swell Maps,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Supertramp,
The New Christs,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Davy DMX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Surgeon,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
Schoolly D,
Kurtis Blow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Kaleidoscope,
Mandrill,
Simply Red,
Archie Shepp,
Mr. Review,
Ludus,
The Smoke,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Easy Going,
Whodini,
New York Dolls,
Los Fastidios,
In Retrospect,
A Certain Ratio,
Rosa Yemen,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.