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 Zimbabwe and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Moss Icon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Lucky Dragons,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
Toni Rubio,
Icehouse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Model 500,
This Heat,
Gong,
Crooked Eye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Make Up,
the Normal,
Youth Brigade,
New Age Steppers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eli Mardock,
Section 25,
Panda Bear,
The Black Dice,
Ronnie Foster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Niagra,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
Wings,
Mission of Burma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Average White Band,
AZ,
Grauzone,
Mandrill,
Porter Ricks,
Sight & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
EPMD,
Oblivians,
Camouflage,
Rotary Connection,
Lightning Bolt,
the Bar-Kays,
Young Marble Giants,
The Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.